Manhattan Transfer - Shaker Song Lyrics
The fool screams, no more!He grabs his shirt and hits the doorWhat she needs from him he ignores.Its a bore. oh its a bore. oh its a bore. oh its a bore.(oh its a ...)Blast the radio.The hits just come and go.Block out what he knows that he has blown(that he has blown...)The night hangs its headAs the fool crawls into bed.Still his hungry heart begs to be fedAll the words she once said(that she said. that she said. that she said.)So then he grabs his chevroletIn one more attempt to get awayBut the thoughts of all the crimes of passion lay in his way.He can shake the blues,But you know he still can get confused.It seems like such a wastecause he cant shake her.He can shake his tail,But you know his moves are getting staleHes on the make, but oh, his heart cant fakeThat he cant shake her.He cant shake her.No, he cant shake her.Romance falls like rainBut all the motives are insaneEverytime that he plays the game he feels the pain(he feels the pain. who is to blame? who is to blame? )He finds a joint thats jiveGuys are spinning girls like 45s.All of the live bait sink for his lines they are so highHe knows he is beatAs his heart puts on the heatRun from the street that dont even fit his feet(dont fit his feet. now he can see. now he can really see)Tell him heres a telephoneHe can beg to let the fool come homeHe tells her that his lifes a drag alone(cant be alone)He can shake the blues,But you know he still can get confused.It seems like such a wastecause he cant shake her.He can shake his tail,But you know his moves are getting staleHes on the make, but oh, his heart cant fakeThat he cant shake her.He cant shake her.No, he cant shake her.
