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From the ocean comes a notion |
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That the real eyes lies in rhythm |
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And the rhythm of vision is a dancer |
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From the lookin' come the seeing |
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One with real eyes realize |
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The rhythm of vision is a dancer |
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And when he dance, it's always on the one |
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Going down you can see sounds of silence |
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Primal heartbeats could be seen with the naked eye |
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Ee didy awk, oh, I'm the jock and I'm back |
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(The one with real eyes realize that the reason) |
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On the scene with the record machine |
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Sayin' ooh papa doo, how d'y'all do? |
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(Is that everything is on the one) |
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I'm Mr. Wiggles the worm |
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These are my ladies Giggle and Squirm |
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Three bionic idiots |
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Your deejays for the Affair |
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Where we'll be gettin' down |
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And won't be comin' up for air |
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May I have this swim? |
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Mr. Wiggles here, sayin', "May we funk you?" |
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I got a string on my thing |
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Rhythm in my thing |
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Wind me up |
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I can do my thing underwater |
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I got a string attached to my thing |
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When you pull my string |
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I can do my thing like I oughta |
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Ooh, the Motor Booty Affair this is the big one |
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The marathon, not your average 50 yard dash of funk |
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The Olympics, cross country style |
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Comin' to you from number one Bimini Road |
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(I got a string on my thing) |
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In beautiful downtown Atlantis |
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(Rhythm in my thing) |
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Where you might see the jellyfish jammin' with the salmon |
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(I can do my thing underwater) |
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Come face to face with a mouth named Jaws |
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(I got a string attached to my thing) |
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Freak out with a Mermaid named Rita |
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(When you pull my string, I can do my thing like I oughta) |
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And meet Mr. Wiggles the worm |
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I got wheels on my thing, oh |
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Real in my thing |
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Emerald city |
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I can do my thing underwater |
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I got a string attached to my thing |
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When you pull my string |
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I can do my thing like I oughta |
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Check me out |
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I can slide between the molecules |
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Of wetness like an eel through seaweed |
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One slithering idiot |
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Mr. Wiggles here, your DJ for the Affair |
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Where we'll be getting down and won't be coming up for air |
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So, you can leave your nose at home |
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You might wanna rent a blow hole, oh |
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(That's how it goes in the land of no nose) |
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Let me bait my rap, go wiggle |
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(The best stroke is the breast stroke) |
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This fish tale begins where most fish tails end |
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With a school of fool fish |
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Playin' hooky from school but gettin' caught and likin' it |
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I got a string on my thing, oh |
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Reel in my thing |
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Go wiggle ya'll |
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I can do my thing underwater |
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I got a string attached to my thing, yo yo |
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Wheel on my string |
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(Aquaboogie, baby) |
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I can do my thing like I oughta |
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Eee ditty I, oh, I'm jock |
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And I'm back on the scene |
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With my record machine |
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Sayin', ooh poppa doo how ya'll doin'? |
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Mr. Wiggles the worm here |
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Sayin' this is an underwater story |
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In the fields of your mind |
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(I can do my thing underwater) |
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We're swimmin' past a clock |
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Who has its hand behind its back |
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On past reality, he ain't lookin' for a moment |
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We'll leave a candle in the windows |
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Of our conscious mind |
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And we'll find our way back to the one end time |
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(I got wheels on my thing, when you pull my string) |
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The Motor Booty Affair |
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(I can do my thing underwater) |
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Where you can dance underwater and not get wet |
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(I got a string attached to my thing) |
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Aqua dooloop a baby |
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(When you pull my string) |
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Rhythm |
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(I can do my thing like I oughta) |
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Mr. Wiggles here on roller skates and a yo yo |
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Actin' the fool, one slithering idiot |
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These are my ladies Giggles and Squirm |
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We are three bionic worms, your DJ for the Affair |
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(Sliding through the water without gettin' wet) |
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And I can do my thang underwater, ha |
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Comin' to you live from number one Bimini Road |
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In the Emerald City, downtown Atlantis, on W E F U N K |
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We funk, we funk and we funk |
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And we wiggle and we funk, oh |
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Mr. Wiggles here |
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Sayin' Eee to the ock |
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Oh, I'm the jock |
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And I'm back on the scene |
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With my record machine |
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Sayin' ooh papa doo, how ya'll doin'? Go wiggle |
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To all the fish and the fishies, go wiggle |
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To all the fish and the fishes, go wiggle |
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Eee to the ock, oh, I'm the jock |
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And I'm back on the scene with my record machine |
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Sayin' ooh papa doo, how ya'll doin'? Go wiggle |
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(Dancin' underwater and not getting wet) |
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Oh, go wiggle, go wiggle |
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From the ocean comes the notion |
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That real lies in the eyes of rhythm |
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And the rhythm of vision is a dancer |
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(Eee to the ock, oh, I'm the jock) |
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From the lookin' comes the seeing |
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(And I'm back on the scene with my record machine) |
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One with real eyes realize |
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(Sayin' ooh papa doo, how ya'll doin'? Go wiggle) |
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That the rhythm of vision is a dancer |
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And when he dance it's always on the one |
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Goin' down you could see sounds of silence |
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Primal heartbeats could be seen with the naked eye |
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(What in the world is that worm talkin' about?) |
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And the ones with real eyes realize |
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That everything is on the one, go wiggle, yo |
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Eee to the ock, oh, I'm the jock |
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And I'm back on the scene with my record machine |
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Sayin' ooh papa doo, how ya'll doin'? Go wiggle |
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Psychoalphadiscobetabioaquadooloop, go wiggle |
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Swimmin' on past your conscious mind |
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Who's tied up for a moment |
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But he'll be back on time, in the meantime, go wiggle |
