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Get outta that bed, wash your face and hands 
  Get outta that bed, wash your face and hands 
  Well, you get in that kitchen, make some noise with the pots 'n pans 

  Way you wear those dresses, the sun comes shinin' through 
  Way you wear those dresses, the sun comes shinin' through 
  I can't believe my eyes, all that mess belongs to you 

  I believe to the soul you're the devil and now I know 
  I believe to the soul you're the devil and now I know 
  Well, the more I work, the faster my money goes 

  I said shake, rattle and roll, shake, rattle and roll 
  Shake, rattle and roll, shake, rattle and roll 
  Well, you won't do right to save your doggone soul 

  Yeah, blow Joe! 

  I'm like a one-eyed cat peepin' in a seafood store 
  I'm like a one-eyed cat peepin' in a seafood store 
  Well I can look at you till you ain't no child no more 

  Ah, shake, rattle and roll, shake, rattle and roll 
  Shake, rattle and roll, shake, rattle and roll 
  Well, you won't do right to save your doggone soul 

  I get over the hill and way down underneath 
  I get over the hill and way down underneath 
  You make me roll my eyes, even make me grit my teeth 

  I said shake, rattle and roll, shake, rattle and roll 
  Shake, rattle and roll, shake, rattle and roll 
  Well, you won't do nothin' to save your doggone soul 

  Shake, rattle and roll!