Lyrics Shanksville - Ghostown

Wiggle your hips, Jiggle your bits
Tickle your pits, Fiddle your sticks
Get rid of the shit, Sickle the tips
Riddle your wits, Shoogle the mix
Wiggle your hips, Jiggle your bits
Tickle your pits, Fiddle your sticks
Get rid of the shit, Sickle the tips
Riddle your wits, Shoogle the mix
Wiggle your hips, Jiggle your bits
Tickle your pits, Fiddle your sticks
Get rid of the shit, Sickle the tips
Riddle your wits, Shoogle the mix
Wiggle your hips, Jiggle your bits
Tickle your pits, Fiddle your sticks
Get rid of the shit, Sickle the tips
Riddle your wits, Shoogle the mix

Shaks had no life, no job, no automobile
He had no money but Shanks never steals
He begged, he bets, he gets a happy meal
Sets eyes on the prize, now here's the deal
Somehow he falls straight head over heels
She's 5 foot 2 with six inch heels
He tries to cure, but he just won't heal
He bugged her, he begged her, she made him kneel
Little by little his layers he peeled
She wouldn't reveal, her lips were sealed
He told her how he felt, he told her how he feels
She said "sorry man, look you just dont appeal"

Wiggle your hips, Jiggle your bits
Tickle your pits, Fiddle your sticks
Get rid of the shit, Sickle the tips
Riddle your wits, Shoogle the mix
Wiggle your hips, Jiggle your bits
Tickle your pits, Fiddle your sticks
Get rid of the shit, Sickle the tips
Riddle your wits, Shoogle the mix
Wiggle your hips, Jiggle your bits
Tickle your pits, Fiddle your sticks
Get rid of the shit, Sickle the tips
Riddle your wits, Shoogle the mix
Wiggle your hips, Jiggle your bits
Tickle your pits, Fiddle your sticks
Get rid of the shit, Sickle the tips
Riddle your wits, Shoogle the mix

He stuttered, he staggered
Asked her hand in marriage
She said "Shanks, you're too old, you're too haggard"
The way that she said it was oh so savage
Then she took off in a runaway carriage
Shanks was like "Fuck, how am I gonna manage"
He felt mad, he felt sad, he felt damaged
He felt stuck, he felt sick, he felt sandwiched
Took himself home, hung himself in the garage

Wiggle your hips, Jiggle your bits
Tickle your pits, Fiddle your sticks
Get rid of the shit, Sickle the tips
Riddle your wits, Shoogle the mix
Wiggle your hips, Jiggle your bits
Tickle your pits, Fiddle your sticks
Get rid of the shit, Sickle the tips
Riddle your wits, Shoogle the mix
Wiggle your hips, Jiggle your bits
Tickle your pits, Fiddle your sticks
Get rid of the shit, Sickle the tips
Riddle your wits, Shoogle the mix
Wiggle your hips, Jiggle your bits
Tickle your pits, Fiddle your sticks
Get rid of the shit, Sickle the tips
Riddle your wits, Shoogle the mix

But the cord broke, sore heart broke
Still flat broke, with a dark hope
Try to keep hope, up a steep slope
No sleep though, Itchy feet so
Back on the road, looking for an abode
The melody grows, he's getting his dose
He's writing the words, something occurs
Inside he stirs, fly like a bird

Wiggle your hips, Jiggle your bits
Tickle your pits, Fiddle your sticks
Get rid of the shit, Sickle the tips
Riddle your wits, Shoogle the mix
Wiggle your hips, Jiggle your bits
Tickle your pits, Fiddle your sticks
Get rid of the shit, Sickle the tips
Riddle your wits, Shoogle the mix
Wiggle your hips, Jiggle your bits
Tickle your pits, Fiddle your sticks
Get rid of the shit, Sickle the tips
Riddle your wits, Shoogle the mix
Wiggle your hips, Jiggle your bits
Tickle your pits, Fiddle your sticks
Get rid of the shit, Sickle the tips
Riddle your wits, Shoogle the mix