Well I was buffalo-ed in Buffalo
And I was entertained in Houston
New York, New York you gotta choose one
It's a tripe face boogie
Going to boogie my sneakers away yeah yeah
Well I, I don't want your money
And I don't want your time,
Please don't jive me Honey
And I'll give you, give you back your dime
It's a hype face boogie
Going to boogie my sneakers away yeah
I don't dig potato chips
And I can't take torts
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Got to tripe my guacamole baby
It's quackers and tripe my sauce
It's a hype face boogie
Going to boogie my scruples away yeah
Hype boogie, hype boogie
All night long...
[Solos]
You bring your guitar
I'll bring the wine
Gonna tripe my guacamole baby
Just a one more time
It's a hype face boogie
And I say 'lookout'!