Mama told me when I was three
The street`ll never get you no where
You take a street car jumpin` and back beat bump
And get along like it isn`t there
You hold your head up high
Like you`re gonna fly
You take the bitter `til you find the sweet
And when you got that crowd and it`s screamin` loud
You leave them sittin` on the edge of their seat
Chorus
You gotta step that step
Walk that walk
Shake that thing
And Honey talk that talk
Hollywood, if New York could
Keep you babblin` `til the break of day
No time to rest and you`ve got to feel blessed
`Cause you`re gonna get it anyway
You start to wail and your face turns pale
You`ve got to pump it till your pistol pops
And as the eagle flew baby so will you
Cause you`re climbin` all the way to the top
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