Glass in the Gravel

One two three it's easy to see, to lose all that you know.

Just put your glands in the gentle hands of my dear madame merlot.

She's sure to have you dancing, sing and swinging and dropping dips.

She'll split an atom on your eyelash, rub a ruby on your lips.

Oh you, Oh you, let the lesson start now.

Oh you, Oh you were born to know how.

First beat you might bob your head two beats to tap your toes,

the third, fourth, fifth, six, seven, eight, ninth beat you'll shake out your soul.

And you'll sweat sweat sweat like it ain't no sweat sing sing till your eardrums ring.

You'll be the glass in the gravel, you'll make this city sting.