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