You got nickels in your pocket, manYour unconventional way of makin’ money’s sadCall one of your sugar-babies when you get hungryYou goal’s a lot bigger baby don’t get funnyGot toTake a lookTake a look at what ya gotAll grown-up don’t got a lot to show forTake a lookTake a look to be sureDon’t let them tell you what to go forShake it upShake it up don’t put downYou can be the one that you always dream aboutTake a lookTake a look at what you gotYou could be a star, ride in limousinesLine ’em upAnd you knock ’em downLine ’em up, watch ’em hit the groundLine ’em upAnd you knock ’em downLine ’em upAnd ya knock ’em…Wore out your shoes but that sho ain’t no newsCried out your blues like John LeeJohn Lee Hooker croonsHowlin’ at the moon like a rabidLike a rabid circus clownYou need to line ’em up and you need toKnock ’em downMisterTake a lookTake a look at what ya gotAll grown-up don’t got a lot to show forTake a lookTake a look to be sureDon’t let them tell you what to go forShake it upShake it up don’t put downYou can be the one that you always dream aboutTake a lookTake a look at what ya gotYou could be a star, ride in limousines