I may have hips of wood and feet of lead
And a spine [bad word] But when I'm listening to your tunes
I can dance like any other

Don't let it go to your head
Don't make your bed
Unless you plan to sleep in it, brother
It's no mystery
You got nothing on me
So give my regards to your mother

I may have hips of wood and feet of lead
And a spine [bad word] But when I'm listening to your tunes
I can dance like any other
 
Don't let it go to your head
Don't make your bed
Unless you plan to sleep in it, brother
It's no mystery
You got nothing on me
So give my regards to your mother