Текст песни Shaker Song - The Manhattan Transfer
The
fool
screams,
′no
more!'
He
grabs
his
shirt
and
hits
the
door
What
she
needs
from
him
he
ignores.
It′s
a
bore.
Oh
it's
a
bore.
Oh
it's
a
bore.
Oh
it′s
a
bore.
(Oh
it′s
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
head
As
the
fool
crawls
into
bed.
Still
his
hungry
heart
begs
to
be
fed
All
the
words
she
once
said
(That
she
said.
That
she
said.
That
she
said.)
So
then
he
grabs
his
Chevrolet
In
one
more
attempt
to
get
away
But
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
waste
'Cause
he
can′t
shake
her.
He
can
shake
his
tail,
But
you
know
his
moves
are
getting
stale
He's
on
the
make,
but
oh,
his
heart
can′t
fake
That
he
can't
shake
her.
He
can′t
shake
her.
No,
he
can't
shake
her.
Romance
falls
like
rain
But
all
the
motives
are
insane
Everytime
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
that's
jive
Guys
are
spinning
girls
like
45′s.
All
of
the
live
bait
sink
for
his
lines
they
are
so
high
He
knows
he
is
beat
As
his
heart
puts
on
the
heat
Run
from
the
street
that
don′t
even
fit
his
feet
(Don't
fit
his
feet.
Now
he
can
see.
Now
he
can
really
see)
Tell
him
here′s
a
telephone
He
can
beg
to
let
the
fool
come
home
He
tells
her
that
his
life's
a
drag
alone
(Can′t
be
alone)
He
can
shake
the
blues,
But
you
know
he
still
can
get
confused.
It
seems
like
such
a
waste
'Cause
he
can′t
shake
her.
He
can
shake
his
tail,
But
you
know
his
moves
are
getting
stale
He's
on
the
make,
but
oh,
his
heart
can't
fake
That
he
can′t
shake
her.
He
can′t
shake
her.
No,
he
can't
shake
her.
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