Little fat man
hitching his pants up
by the belt to
no avail now
It's a tick
an itch he could scratch
but why now and
why here, in front
of me and her
we're giggling, can't help
it, he's looking
he can't help himself
hip-shake, I say
she laughs, not the stones
she laughs again
We can't help ourselves
Shake for me, I
say, her laugh roars
he's hitching, shaking
he can't he'p himself
We're all little
fat men, hitching and
shaking, scratching
these itches we got
People laughing
Pointing at us
helping themselves
hitching and shaking
What if we all
relaxed and hip-shaked
together, giggling
can't help ourselves.
Seeing who, seeing how
shimmy shaking
smiling and laughing
not so bad, really.