[Intro]
[Harmonica riff]
WAH-WAH-WAAH!
[Tambourine enters]
[Maracas]
[Voice]
You came in
like you owned the floor.
[Harmonica]
WAH-WAH-WAAH!
[Verse 1]
You had red shoes,
black coat,
one eyebrow
doing half the talking.
I had bad timing,
good intentions,
and absolutely
no reason to stay.
Then you moved.
Not danced.
Moved.
Like the beat
owed you money.
I laughed.
You saw me.
Walked over.
Said:
“You always stare
that much?”
I said:
“Only when something
interesting happens.”
[Harmonica]
WAH-WAH-WAAH!
[Pre-Chorus]
You leaned in.
Bass rolled low.
Tambourine hit.
And that was it.
[Chorus]
SHAKE THE ROOM!
MAKE THE WINDOWS TALK!
SHAKE THE ROOM!
MAKE THE FLOORboards WALK!
NO PERFECT STEP!
NO PERFECT LINE!
JUST MOVE LIKE
YOU STOLE THE NIGHT!
SHAKE THE ROOM!
DON’T THINK!
DON’T POSE!
JUST LET THE RHYTHM
BREAK YOUR BONES!
[Verse 2]
You grabbed
a pair of maracas
from a table
by the band.
No idea
who left them there.
Didn’t matter.
You played them
completely wrong.
Also didn’t matter.
The drummer
started following you.
Then the bass.
Then the whole room.
That’s power.
Not being right.
Being impossible
to ignore.
I grabbed
the tambourine.
You said:
“Oh no.”
I said:
“Oh yes.”
Terrible decision.
Great night.
[Harmonica]
WAH-WAH-WAAH!
[Chorus]
SHAKE THE ROOM!
MAKE THE WINDOWS TALK!
SHAKE THE ROOM!
MAKE THE FLOORBOARDS WALK!
NO PERFECT STEP!
NO PERFECT LINE!
JUST MOVE LIKE
YOU STOLE THE NIGHT!
SHAKE THE ROOM!
DON’T THINK!
DON’T POSE!
JUST LET THE RHYTHM
BREAK YOUR BONES!
[Break]
[Drums + bass only]
[Tambourine answers snare]
[Maracas get louder]
[Voice]
Left.
Right.
Turn.
Stop.
[Silence]
Now ruin it.
[Full band returns]
[Harmonica Solo]
[Short dirty blues solo]
[Guitar answers]
[Verse 3]
By midnight
nobody remembered
who started what.
You were on a chair.
I was on the wrong side
of the microphone stand.
Someone shouted:
“Play something slower!”
The band ignored them.
Correct choice.
You pointed at me.
I pointed back.
No clue why.
Looked good.
That’s enough.
[Bridge]
[Half-time groove]
Some people
need a reason.
Some people
need permission.
We needed
one beat,
one bad idea,
and enough room
to make it worse.
[Final Chorus]
SHAKE THE ROOM!
LET THE WHOLE PLACE MOVE!
SHAKE THE ROOM!
LET THE HARMONICA CUT THROUGH!
TAMBOURINE!
MARACAS!
GUITAR!
BASS!
ONE MORE TURN!
ONE MORE CRASH!
SHAKE THE ROOM!
NO PLAN!
NO RULE!
IF IT LOOKS RIDICULOUS...
DO IT TWICE!
[Outro]
[Harmonica riff]
WAH-WAH-WAAH!
[Voice]
You ask:
“Was that dancing?”
[Small pause]
Absolutely not.
[Final guitar hit]
