The Walk

[Verse 1: Morris Day] Attention, everybody I'm gonna show you a brand new dance It's called The Walk, The Walk Just let your body talk, 'til you're deep in a trance You don't need no partner, you can walk all alone Whenever you feel the groove Just let your body move, walkin' to a beat of your own [Chorus: Morris Day & The Time] Everybody walk your body Everybody walk, yoo-hoo-hoo Everybody walk your body Everybody walk [Verse 2: Morris Day] Attention, everybody I said it ain't hard to do Just walk, walk, let your body talk, walkin' so cool (Walkin' so cool) Attention, everybody I said, I just shined my shoes – yes I did So you can let your body talk, just watch where you walk.  Or your life you're gonna lose In other words, I'll walk you 'til you're dead [Chorus: Morris Day & The Time] Everybody, walk your body Hey, everybody, walk, yoo-hoo-hoo Everybody, walk your body Oh, everybody, walk [Interlude] The days of dancing in one place are gone And, honey, you know you can't dance with them tight jeans on If you try to cop a dip, you'd trip, slip, and fall Walking's for the cool, baby, put on a camisole, hey [Chorus: Morris Day & The Time] Everybody, walk your body (Everybody, walk your body) Everybody, walk, yoo-hoo-hoo Everybody, walk your body (Everybody, walk your body) Everybody, walk, oh [Interlude] Who? Me? I wear baggies, zip, snap, and drop Easy access, baby Yes, before you get a chance to holler "Stop!" Besides, Rollo likes his freedom Ain't nothin' like a fresh pair of baggies Now I know that's right [Chorus: Morris Day & The Time] Everybody, walk your body (Everybody, walk your body) Everybody, walk, yoo-hoo-hoo Everybody, walk your body (Everybody, walk your body) Everybody, walk, oh [Bridge] Hut two, three, four, what the hell are we fightin' for? Walk Hut two, three, four, what the hell are we fightin' for? Walk Company, fall in line, talk Hut two, three, four, what the hell are we fightin' for? Walk Hut two, three, four, what the hell are we fightin' for? Walk Piano man, play... Damn, I'm 'bout to walk a hole in my Stacy Adams What time is it? Little cute guitar player, make your mama proud... I want all of Detroit City to stand up, clap your hands Alright, you Polaroids, stay in time with the drummer Jellybean, don't be so mean, uh... Mr. Jellybean, turn it around Bass man, walk downtown Go on and walk, Terry I don't think they heard ya, mmm What time is it? Rock City Well okay, if you put it that way º Ain't nobody bad Cheerio! We don't like policemen We don't like New Wave We don't like television [Chorus: Morris Day & The Time] Everybody, walk your body Everybody, walk (Any walkers in the house? Hey, hey) Everybody, walk your body Everybody, walk, oh (That's okay, if you wanna sing, it's cool) Everybody, walk your body (Everybody, walk your body) Everybody, walk (Yes, oh oh) Everybody, walk your body Everybody, walk (Everybody, walk your body) (Finest baggies your money can buy, alright) Everybody, walk your body Everybody, walk Everybody, walk your body Oh, everybody, walk (Band) Everybody, walk your body (Everybody, walk your body) Everybody, walk (Woo, uh, say it again) Everybody, walk your body Everybody, walk (What time is it?) Everybody, walk your body [Outro: Morris Day & Vanity] Say, hey baby, where you goin'? I'm going home – I can't dance like that Well, baby, that's because you got those jeans on too tight Now, let's just take 'em off... What do you mean "Let's just take 'em off?" Come on, take 'em off.. I got something for you to wear – here, put this on Huh, you always keep lingerie in your glove compartment? None of my women wear gloves... Now put this on But... "But" my ass - hey, a play on words But all the girls will stare at me All the girls in this neighborhood already wear camisoles I know, but... But, but... that's because it's cool Now let's get them jeans off Okay, but I'm warning you Warning me about what? Mmm, this zipper's tight. Here, why don't you lay down? Um, that's what I'm tryin' to tell you Stop tryin' to tell me things and pull But... Come on, pull I'm warning you Mary, sweet mother of Jesus! I told you Damn baby, how'd you get all that in them jeans? It wasn't easy I know that's right, mmm! Well, I think you'd be more comfortable in this... I'm sure I would I don't know... Hurry up, Grace, song's almost over My name's not Grace I know that, but hurry up... Grace Man, these are weird I guess the tag goes in the back Hurry up Okay, okay, how do I look? Almost as good as me, now let's go (Hey Morris, what time is it? Who's the lovely lady? Introduce us) I'll introduce you to a headache if you don't get out of my face! Okay, baby, now check this out, we gonna walk 'til the song's over In other words, meet me at the bar in 32–32... 32 measures, cool? Cool And if you're good, I'll let you work the stick in my ride, wah-ha-ha!