Mama told me when I was three

The street'll never get you no where

You take a street car jumpin' and back beat bump

And get along like it isn't there

You hold your head up high

Like you're gonna fly



You take the bitter 'til you find the sweet

And when you got that crowd and it's screamin' loud

You leave them sittin' on the edge of their seat



Chorus

You gotta step that step

Walk that walk

Shake that thing

Honey talk that talk



Hollywood, if New York could

Keep you babblin' 'til the break of day

No time to rest and you've got to feel blessed

'Cause you're gonna get it anyway

You start to wail and your face turns pale

You've got to pump it till your pistol pops

And as the eagle flew baby so will you

Cause you're climbin' all the way to the top



Repeat Chorus Six Times