Shanksville Lyrics

Wiggle your hips, Jiggle your bits

Tickle your pits, Fiddle your sticks

Get rid of the shit, Sickle the tips

Riddle your wits, Shoogle the mix

Wiggle your hips, Jiggle your bits

Tickle your pits, Fiddle your sticks

Get rid of the shit, Sickle the tips

Riddle your wits, Shoogle the mix

Wiggle your hips, Jiggle your bits

Tickle your pits, Fiddle your sticks

Get rid of the shit, Sickle the tips

Riddle your wits, Shoogle the mix

Wiggle your hips, Jiggle your bits

Tickle your pits, Fiddle your sticks

Get rid of the shit, Sickle the tips

Riddle your wits, Shoogle the mix

Shaks had no life, no job, no automobile

He had no money but Shanks never steals

He begged , he bets, he gets a happy meal

Sets eyes on the prize, now here's the deal

Somehow he falls straight head over heels

She's 5 foot 2 with six inch heels

He tries to cure, but he just won't heal

He bugged her, he begged her, she made him kneel

Little by little his layers he peeled

She wouldn't reveal , her lips were sealed

He told her how he felt, he told her how he feels

She said "sorry man, look you just dont appeal"

Wiggle your hips, Jiggle your bits

Tickle your pits, Fiddle your sticks

Get rid of the shit, Sickle the tips

Riddle your wits, Shoogle the mix

Wiggle your hips, Jiggle your bits

Tickle your pits, Fiddle your sticks

Get rid of the shit, Sickle the tips

Riddle your wits, Shoogle the mix

Wiggle your hips, Jiggle your bits

Tickle your pits, Fiddle your sticks

Get rid of the shit, Sickle the tips

Riddle your wits, Shoogle the mix

Wiggle your hips, Jiggle your bits

Tickle your pits, Fiddle your sticks

Get rid of the shit, Sickle the tips

Riddle your wits, Shoogle the mix

He stuttered, he staggered

Asked her hand in marriage

She said "Shanks, you're too old, you're too haggard"

The way that she said it was oh so savage

Then she took off in a runaway carriage

Shanks was like "Fuck, how am I gonna manage"

He felt mad, he felt sad, he felt damaged

He felt stuck, he felt sick, he felt sandwiched

Took himself home, hung himself in the garage

Wiggle your hips, Jiggle your bits

Tickle your pits, Fiddle your sticks

Get rid of the shit, Sickle the tips

Riddle your wits, Shoogle the mix

Wiggle your hips, Jiggle your bits

Tickle your pits, Fiddle your sticks

Get rid of the shit, Sickle the tips

Riddle your wits, Shoogle the mix

Wiggle your hips, Jiggle your bits

Tickle your pits, Fiddle your sticks

Get rid of the shit, Sickle the tips

Riddle your wits, Shoogle the mix

Wiggle your hips, Jiggle your bits

Tickle your pits, Fiddle your sticks

Get rid of the shit, Sickle the tips

Riddle your wits, Shoogle the mix

But the cord broke, sore heart broke

Still flat broke, with a dark hope

Try to keep hope, up a steep slope

No sleep though, Itchy feet so

Back on the road, looking for an abode

The melody grows, he's getting his dose

He's writing the words, something occurs

Inside he stirs, fly like a bird

Wiggle your hips, Jiggle your bits

Tickle your pits, Fiddle your sticks

Get rid of the shit, Sickle the tips

Riddle your wits, Shoogle the mix

Wiggle your hips, Jiggle your bits

Tickle your pits, Fiddle your sticks

Get rid of the shit, Sickle the tips

Riddle your wits, Shoogle the mix

Wiggle your hips, Jiggle your bits

Tickle your pits, Fiddle your sticks

Get rid of the shit, Sickle the tips

Riddle your wits, Shoogle the mix

Wiggle your hips, Jiggle your bits

Tickle your pits, Fiddle your sticks

Get rid of the shit, Sickle the tips

Riddle your wits, Shoogle the mix