Hips Go Schwiing

 


Hips Go Shwiing

(And Your Bird Can Sing)


One, two, three, four

 

You tell me that you've danced in every hall in town

And your hips go schwiing, but you don't get me

You don't get me

 

You say you've danced seven chachas

And your hips go free, but you can't see me

You can't see me

 

When your dancing sessions

Start to weigh you down

Look in my direction

I'll be 'round, I'll be 'round

 

You tell me that you've heard every band there is

And your hips go schwiing , but you can't hear me

You can't hear me

 

When your hips are broken

Will it bring you down?

You may be awoken

I'll be 'round, I'll be 'round

 

You tell me that you've danced in every hall in town

And your hips go schwiing, but you don't get me

You don't get me

 

That was it, wasn't it?


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