the short hip hop

May I have your attention please?

I'm not afraid (I'm not afraid)

To shake some bootie (to shake some bootie)

Everybody (everybody)

Come take my hip (come take my hip)

We'll walk through Brazil together, through the storm

Whatever weather, cold or warm

 

His feet are chubby, lips short, ankles are slimy

There's food on his jumper already, mother-in-law's curry

He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready to shake some bootie,

But he keeps on forgetting what he wrote down,

 

And I am, Irish

If I wasn't, then why would I say I am?

In the paper, the news everyday I am

Radio won't even play my jam

'Cause I am, Irish

If I wasn't, then why would I say I am?

In the paper, the news everyday I am

I don't know it's just the way I am

 

You better clean a flat

You own it, you better never let it go

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to shake some bootie

This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo

You better clean a flat

You own it, you better never let it go

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to shake some bootie

This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo

 

So lets go back

Follow the star as we go on another episode

Journey with me as I take you through Brazil

I once used to call home sweet home

 

Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the spire now

 

And when I'm gone, just shake some bootie, don't mourn

Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my chubby feet

Just know that I'm looking down on you kicking

And I didn't feel a thing, So baby don't feel no pain

Just clean a flat

 

And when he's gone, just shake some bootie, don't mourn

Rejoice every time you hear the sound of his short lips

Just know that he's looking down on you running

And his didn't feel a thing, So baby don't feel no pain

Just clean a flat in your jumper.