Lyrics

Get out of that bed Wash your face and hands Get out of that bed Wash your face and hands Well, get into that kitchen Make some noise with the pots and pans The way you wear your dresses The sun come shining through The way you wear your dresses The sun come shining through I can't believe my eyes All this belongs to you I said shake, rattle and roll I said shake, rattle and roll I said shake, rattle and roll I said shake, rattle and roll Well, the more I work The faster my money goes (Yeah, roll them all) I said over the hill Way down underneath I said over the hill, now Way down underneath You make me roll my eyes And stomp by big, fat feet I said shake, rattle and roll I said shake, rattle and roll I said shake, rattle and roll I said shake, rattle and roll Oh well, the more I work The faster my money goes