Mama told me when I was three   The street'll never get you no where   You take a street car jumpin' and back beat bump   And get along like it isn't there   You hold your head up high   Like you're gonna fly      You take the bitter 'til you find the sweet   And when you got that crowd and it's screamin' loud   You leave them sittin' on the edge of their seat      Chorus   You gotta step that step   Walk that walk   Shake that thing   And Honey talk that talk      Hollywood, if New York could   Keep you babblin' 'til the break of day   No time to rest and you've got to feel blessed   'Cause you're gonna get it anyway   You start to wail and your face turns pale   You've got to pump it till your pistol pops   And as the eagle flew baby so will you   Cause you're climbin' all the way to the top      Repeat Chorus Six Times