The African Shuffle Songtext

Well it's there at the doorway and out in the street Drives down the highway and aims at their feet It sneaks in the bathroom and plays in the bed Sits down to breakfast and shouts out instead Upsets the rhythm of buttering bread And it's fun for the head Do it, do it, do it, do it Doing the African shuffle Do it, do it, do it, do it Doing the African shuffle In the evenings it hangs out in dance halls and bars Leaps out of windows and sails by in cars It's there in the alcove with whiskey and coke Friend of the able and everyday folk Blasting a path through the cigarette smoke And talking's a joke Do it, do it, do it, do it Doing the African shuffle Do it, do it, do it, do it Doing the African shuffle Doing the African shuffle (African shuffle) Doing the African shuffle (African shuffle) Doing the African shuffle (African shuffle) Doing the African Do it, do it, do it, do it Doing the African shuffle Do it, do it, do it, do it Doing the African shuffle Do it, do it, do it, do it Doing the African shuffle Do it, do it, do it, do it Doing the African shuffle