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
Everybody walk your body, everybody walk
Everybody walk your body, everybody walk
Attention everybody! I said it ain't hard to do
Just walk, walk, let your body talk, walkin' so cool
Attention everybody! I said I just shined my shoes
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
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 trip, slip, and fall
Walking's for the cool baby, put on a camisole
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
Hup 2, 3, 4, what the hell are we fightin' for? Walk
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 Mr Jelly, turn it around
Bass man walk downtown Go on and walk, Terry
I don't think they heard ya
What time is it? Rock City
Well OK, if you put it that way
Ain't nobody bad Cheerio
We don't like policemen
We don't like new wave
We don't like television
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 to 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
Uh, you always keep lingerie in your glove department?
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
Ok, but I'm warning you
Warning me about what?
Mm, God, 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 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!
OK, OK, 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!
OK baby, now check this out We gonna walk 'til the song's over
In other words, meet me at the bar in 32 measures, cool?
Cool
And if you're good, I'll let you work the stick in my ride Uh ha ha!
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The Time - The Walk Lyrics
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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
Everybody walk your body, everybody walk
Everybody walk your body, everybody walk
Attention everybody! I said it ain't hard to do
Just walk, walk, let your body talk, walkin' so cool
Attention everybody! I said I just shined my shoes
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
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 trip, slip, and fall
Walking's for the cool baby, put on a camisole
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
Hup 2, 3, 4, what the hell are we fightin' for? Walk
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 Mr Jelly, turn it around
Bass man walk downtown Go on and walk, Terry
I don't think they heard ya
What time is it? Rock City
Well OK, if you put it that way
Ain't nobody bad Cheerio
We don't like policemen
We don't like new wave
We don't like television
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 to 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
Uh, you always keep lingerie in your glove department?
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
Ok, but I'm warning you
Warning me about what?
Mm, God, 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 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!
OK, OK, 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!
OK baby, now check this out We gonna walk 'til the song's over
In other words, meet me at the bar in 32 measures, cool?
Cool
And if you're good, I'll let you work the stick in my ride Uh ha ha!
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
Everybody walk your body, everybody walk
Everybody walk your body, everybody walk
Attention everybody! I said it ain't hard to do
Just walk, walk, let your body talk, walkin' so cool
Attention everybody! I said I just shined my shoes
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
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 trip, slip, and fall
Walking's for the cool baby, put on a camisole
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
Hup 2, 3, 4, what the hell are we fightin' for? Walk
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 Mr Jelly, turn it around
Bass man walk downtown Go on and walk, Terry
I don't think they heard ya
What time is it? Rock City
Well OK, if you put it that way
Ain't nobody bad Cheerio
We don't like policemen
We don't like new wave
We don't like television
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 to 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
Uh, you always keep lingerie in your glove department?
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
Ok, but I'm warning you
Warning me about what?
Mm, God, 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 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!
OK, OK, 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!
OK baby, now check this out We gonna walk 'til the song's over
In other words, meet me at the bar in 32 measures, cool?
Cool
And if you're good, I'll let you work the stick in my ride Uh ha ha!
Writer: Prince Rogers Nelson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group