Shakey threw a party that lasted all night
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Everybody drank a lot of something nice
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There was an old fashioned band of married men
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Looking up to me for encouragement - it was so-so
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The ladies looked bad but the music was sad
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No one took their eyes off Lorraine
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She shimmered and she strolled like a Chicago moll
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Her feathers looked better and better - it was so-so
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Yea! it was time to unfreeze
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When the Reverend Alabaster danced on his knees
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Slam! so it wasn't a game
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Cracking all the mirrors in shame
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CHORUS
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Watch that man! Oh honey, watch that man
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He talks like a jerk but he could eat you with a fork and spoon
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Watch that man! Oh honey, watch that man
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He walks like a jerk
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But he's only taking care of the room
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Must be in tune
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A Benny Goodman fan painted holes in his hands
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So Shakey hung him up to dry
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The pundits were hoking the manholes were smoking
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And every bottle battled with the reason why
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The girl on the phone wouldn't leave me alone
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A throw back from someone's LP
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A lemon in a bag played the Tiger Rag
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And the bodies on the screen stopped bleeding
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Yeah! I was shaking like a leaf
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For I couldn't understand the conversation
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Yeah! I ran to the street, looking for information
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CHORUS
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Watch that man (repeat ad inf.)
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Watching That Man
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David Bowie |