The African Shuffle

Well it's there at the doorway and out in the street

Drives down the highway and aims at their feet

It sneaks in the bathroom and plays in the bed

Sits down to breakfast and shouts out instead

Upsets the rhythm of buttering bread And it's fun for the head

Do it, do it, do it, do it

Doing the African shuffle

Do it, do it, do it, do it

Doing the African shuffle

In the evenings it hangs out in dance halls and bars

Leaps out of windows and sails by in cars

It's there in the alcove with whiskey and coke

Friend of the able and everyday folk

Blasting a path through the cigarette smoke

And talking's a joke

Do it, do it, do it, do it

Doing the African shuffle

Do it, do it, do it, do it

Doing the African shuffle

Doing the African shuffle

(African shuffle)

Doing the African shuffle

(African shuffle

Doing the African shuffle

(African shuffle)

Doing the African

Do it, do it, do it, do it

Doing the African shuffle

Do it, do it, do it, do it

Doing the African shuffle

Do it, do it, do it, do it

Doing the African shuffle

Do it, do it, do it, do it

Doing the African shuffle