You know we’re just struttin’ for fun
Struttin’ our stuff for everyone.
We’re not here to start no trouble.
We’re just here to do the Super Bowl Shuffle.
Stray cat strut, I’m a ladies cat,
A feline Casanova, hey man, that’s that…
I got cat class
And I got cat syle…
She’s totally committed
To major independence
But she’s a lady through and through
She gives them quite a battle
All that they can handle
She’ll bruise some
She’ll hurt some too
But oh they love to watch her strut
Oh they do respect her but
They love to watch her strut
This is how I strut my stuff
This is how I strut my stuff
Hey! Hey!
Camera flashes, my eyes close and
I ain’t ready for such a pose, yeah
Walk the catwalk, hear the boys talk
About my body, I know they want me
This is how I strut my stuff
This is how I strut my stuff
This is how I strut my stuff
Watch me as I strut my stuff
Ladies with an attitude
Fellows that were in the mood
Don’t just stand there, let’s get to it
Strike a pose, there’s nothing to it
I’m too sexy for my shirt too sexy for my shirt
So sexy it hurts
And I’m too sexy for Milan too sexy for Milan
New York and Japan
And I’m too sexy for your party
Too sexy for your party
No way I’m disco dancing
I’m a model you know what I mean
And I do my little turn on the catwalk
Yeah on the catwalk on the catwalk yeah
I do my little turn on the catwalk
If you want my body, and you think I’m sexy,
Come on, sugar, tell me so.
If you really need me, just reach out and touch me,
Come on, honey, tell me so.
I want you so bad, babe
I want you so bad…
It’s driving me mad
It’s driving me mad…
I want you
You’ve had your fun, you don’t get well no more
I want you
Your fingernails go dragging down the wall
Be careful darling, you might fall
If you make sure you’re connected,
The writing’s on the wall
But if your mind’s neglected,
Stumble you might fall
Right now, right now, I’m switching to a new lane
Foot to the floor, man searching for the real thing
Meet somebody else, sometimes ain’t no shame
Head to the clouds sayin’
It’s like can I get a connection?
Can I get, can I get a connection?
Can I get a connection?
Can I get, can I get a connection?
I can see it in my, see it in my reflection
Oh, can I get a connection?
Can I get, can I get a connection?
I pushed my foot down to the floor to give the guy the shake,
But the little Nash Rambler stayed right behind; he still had on his brake.
He must have thought his car had more guts
As he kept on tooting his horn. Beep! Beep!
I’ll show him that a Cadillac is not a car to scorn.
Beep, beep. (Beep, beep.)
Beep, beep. (Beep, beep.)
His horn went, beep, beep, beep. (Beep! Beep!).
If you’re on a highway and Road Runner goes “beep beep,”
Just step aside or might end up in a heap.
Road Runner, Road Runner runs down the road all day.
Even the coyote can’t make him change his ways.
No regrets, Coyote,
I’ll get off up a ways,
You just picked up a hitcher,
A prisoner,
Of the white lines on the highway…
I’ve got the white line fever
And I never toured for sin
If there’s a black hole heading for hell
Then maybe count me in?
I sold my soul so long ago
The bullet in the chamber with nowhere to go
If there’s a black hole heading for hell
Then maybe count me in?
I’m eighteen with a bullet,
Got my finger on the trigger, I’m gonna pull it.
I’m a super-soul sure-shot, yeah,
I’m a national breakout.
So let me check your playlist, mama,
Huh, c’mon let’s make out.
Kiss me quick,
While we still have this feeling,
Hold me close and never let me go
'Cause tomorrows can be so uncertain,
Love can fly and leave us hurting…
So kiss me and smile for me,
Tell me that you’ll wait for me,
Hold me like you’ll never let me go.
‘Cause I’m leavin’ on a jet plane,
Don’t know when I’ll be back again,
Oh babe, I hate to go.
Jet was your father as bold as the sergeant major
How come he told you that you were hardly old enough yet
And Jet I thought the major was a lady suffragette
Ah mater want Jet to always love me
Ah mater want Jet to always love me
Ah mater, much later
And Jet I thought the major was a lady suffragette
Well naturally somebody told a joke
And a couple of fellas began to smoke.
I took a whiff as a cloud rolled by
And my nose went up like an infield fly.
The captain, this blonde fella from Yale, said
“What’s the matter with you, baby?”
Well, I may be crazy, but I think not.
I’d swear to God that I smell pot.
But who’d have pot in Vietnam?
He said, “What do you think you’re sittin’ on?”
These funny little plants, thousands of them.
Good God Almighty… Pastures of Plenty!