He's got his mother's hips

Letra

I think Colonel Mustard
Did it in the billiard room
yeah yeah
They say his salsa workshops
Are a harbinger of doom
yeah yeah
He's takin' itsy bitsy
Super pointy stipsies
Straight to the middle of the
Dancefloor
He does the Hokey Pokey
Now the room is getting smokey
He won't read you your rights
Before they turn out the lights

chorus

He's got his mother's hips
He does the dippity dip
He's got delicious quips
He's got his mother's hips
He thinks he's going downtown
And now he's smacking
His lips

He. Does. Not. Speak
Your. Language.
Watch your back
His tongue is super
Dangerous
He's got his thigh-highs
And his roller-skates ON
You are rolling the dice
He wants you on thin
ICE
He's serving cheese fondue
ON the polar bear rug
But the room is bugged
You got MESMERIZED
By the lava lamp
But now the carpet's damp
He's tryin' to sell you some
Stamps

He's got his mothers' hips
He's on an ego trip
He's got sartorial tips
He's got his mother's hips
He thinks he's going downtown
And now he's smackin'
His lips
He's got his mother's hips
He does the dippity dip
He's got delicious quips
Now baby
He's got his mother's hips
He thinks he's goin' downtown
And now he's smackin'
His lips

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