Hula Hoop - T-Bone Burnett

Way up in the hierarchiesMr.

Big picks up his hornFloats a note down through the

lowlandsAnd another star is bornThen he turns a deep

vermilionAnd he deals a little scornWe’re all gonna

be geniusesWe’re all gonna be famousWe’ll all get in

the TV businessAnd move up to New York who can blame

usThey tell me way up there they got a man pullsFifteen

feet of chain out of his brainHula hoopHula hoopHula

hoopSo if you’re bound to hit the big timeThen you

better do it rightGo and get yourself some buttons

and a healthy appetiteFor some overpaid attention and

a lot of neon lightHula hoopHula hoopHula hoop