You can outsmart great odds

and turn them into dancers in their storms

as they teach you to walk like an Egyptian

you turn them into jivers

doing Street dance

or Street clowns

doing the Rumba

or just sit and direct the crazies

shuffling the Viennese waltz

as the foxtrots

making them all

going loco down in Acapulco

The magic down there is so weak and useless

I baffle them with the Merengue

and dealt the clowns

the Samba with style

got them hip hoping at the moment

madness is lost to the rhythms

they ain't got souls