Shaker Song - 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