The Splingee - Sara Bareilles, Renée Elise Goldsberry, Paula Pell

From Tokyo to the Amazon

Paris, France, to your front lawn

Everybody’s doin', everybody’s doin'

The Splingee

The Splingee?

Dope, but how?

Whoa, whoa

First you grab your ear, what’s that noise?

Shimmy shimmy, shake it down to the ground

Two-handed salute

Then back it up, back it up, back it up

Back it up, back it up, back it up

Back it up, back it up, back it up

Whoa, whoa

Then you whip your hair, like watch me now, snappy snappy

Figure eights with your waist, wink with two eyes

Then shrug it out, shrug it out, shrug it out

Pop your hip, front dip,

Chef’s kiss, doggy wrist

You can’t handle this

Yeah yeah yeah yeah, you got it now

You’re starting to splingee

Take a breath and stretch it out

'Cause it’s just beginning

Next you get all shy like

You wanna cry, but it’s just a

You’re not shy, eyes are dry

Now your butt, then spin it 'round, spin it 'round, spin it 'round

Spin it 'til you hear the sound

That wasn’t the sound

Keep on spinning (Meow)

Yeah, that was the sound

You can safely stop

So you can start to tucker on,

Sexual, waggy waggy

Keep all change, derange

Grind up on a ghost

Then shake it out, shake it out, shake it out

Jog in place, frame your face, first base

Show some leg, robot pace, go ahead and flip your space

Yeah yeah yeah, you’ve all got it now

That’s the slingee

Only thing left to do is repeat it two more times to make one complete splingee

Yeah yeah yeah, you’ve all got it now

That’s the splingee

Only thing left to do is repeat it two more times to make one complete splingee

Dope!