Hooka Tooka, my soda cracker, does your momma chaw tobacca?
My outlet is my music, and it's been this way since I was 4 years old.
You wave your hands up to the sky, kick your legs to the side. Are you ready, let's do the Freddie.
The gist of the Twist is chiefly in the hips
God's got something for me. I have faith it'll be OK.
Dancing, apart to music with a beat, is my legacy.