oh shake that fat in every direction move your smile across the floor tip your hat the night is perfection it s a funky music number who could ask for more oh me and m lady was down in the city our feet stuck in concrete and our heads in the fog i must have been crazy sure ain t no pity well the dogs there live like people and the people like dogs oh they re jumpin up north they re truckin in the delta standin in manhattan and la s got the blues c mon shake that fat in every direction when you re startin foolish you got nothin to lose