Shake It - Mark gillespie

It’s love zero, no advantage

the king is standing in the wings

he can’t see through the bandages

but he’s gonna give it one more fling

when the primma donna hits top C

she says she’s in the arms of the God of Dreams

says his name is Morpheus

I think he just means morphine

morphine

Peter’s robbing Paul to pay the Prince of Darkness

who’s poker-faced just like a pig

he’s doing the Tango, Lord he’s changing partners

send a flick and you get the gig

you wanna outrage the rage, and outlaw the Law

not peter out, marking time

not pussy-foot round on Queer St.

with Dr. Zed at the head of the line

shake it, shake it, shake it

Savonarola’s on the Pianola

he’s a rythm manon the box

says he used to be a holy-roller yeah

he’s gonna shake it till it really rocks

shake it till it really rocks, shake it

he’s in a sleepy dive with Mike the Angel

not much, it was a backdoor job

a bootlegged baby sings, but she’s on strike

she’s poodle-faking, just like a snob

and she’s speaking to you in anagrams

don’t seem to make no sense at all

and then she hands you an urgent telegram

man, what can it be?

«up against the wall, you bad mother.

up against the wall»

well, she’s nervous and she starts to fiddle

it looks like everybody here’s on heat

she says she’s just Precious Little sitting pretty

trying to keep it sweet on the beat

and there’s a pervert in the playground

comes out after dark, stark naked

and there’s a white-faced freak

standing on the tight-rope

but he knows he ain’t gonna make it

shake it till it really rocks, shake it

(nobody makes it!)

and Savonarola’s on the Pianols

he’s a rythm man on the box

says he used to be a holy roller

he’s gonna shake it till it really rocks, shake it

he’s gonna shake it

shake it till it really rocks

shake it, wrap it up, please don’t break it

shake it till it rocks

don’t have to fake it!

shake it till it rocks