Street level, down in the ground. She can't miss it, so check this out.
Lovers and fighters and girls from next door, rockin' and shockin' the whole dance floor.
Disc jockeys want her to get up. She can't resist that funky stuff.
Soldiers and sailors, police and marines, painters and poets are part of the scene.
Black people, white people too, hangin' out in the latest hairdoos.
The sons and the daughters of people on Earth, hippin' and hoppin' and gettin' to work.
Headwaiters and dishwashers too, millionaires are waiting for you.
Hiding and seeking, she sees what you got. She wants you more when the music is hot.
Have mercy, don't need a date. Rock steady, staying up late.
Snapping her fingers, shuffling her feet, rocking and rolling into the street.
She's a master operator. She's a moving violator.
She's a jumpy generator. She's a cranky alligator.
She's a smoky firecracker. She's a funky crackerjacker.
She's so funny and she's flirty. Just a fancy herkyjerky.
She's the girl with the four way hips.
She's a bigtime operator. She's a moonpie aviator.
She's a mass communicator. She's a booty agitator.
She's a comprehensive lover. She's a pyroclastic mother.
She's a sweetheart undercover, and she's not like any other.
She's the girl with the four way hips.