Hula Hoop

Way up in the hierarchies

Mr. Big picks up his horn

Floats a note down through the lowlands

And another star is born

Then he turns a deep vermilion

And he deals a little scorn

We're all gonna be geniuses

We're all gonna be famous

We'll all get in the TV business

And move up to New York who can blame us

They tell me way up there they got a man pulls

Fifteen feet of chain out of his brain

Hula hoop

Hula hoop

Hula hoop

So if you're bound to hit the big time

Then you better do it right

Go and get yourself some buttons and a healthy appetite

For some overpaid attention and a lot of neon light

Hula hoop

Hula hoop

Hula hoop