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 my 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 jumping up north They're trekking in the Delta Standin' in Manhattan and L.A's got the blues C'mon, shake that fat in every direction When you're startin' foolish, you got nothin' to lose