Full of Shimmy Shakes
My stomach’s full of shimmy shakes.
There’s samba in my skin.
This tongue’s tied up with tangos too.
Some conga’s on my chin.My belly aches with boogaloo.
There’s hoe-down up my nose.
There’s fox-trot in my fingertips
and two-step in my toes.My eyeballs jig and jitterbug.
My elbows waltz about.
I’ve got a bunch of dance in me…
it’s time to let some out.