Lyrics

I can just about get on my feet, let alone even dance
got to get me- somepin' to eat, but first I gotta put on my pants
all around, people are limpin' just about as fast as they can
downtown, the line is inching, bout' to turn checks into cash

Hey Joe, where you headed with that cane in yer hand?
Couldn't handle the heat so you took the lead (led), now you just another shuffling man
is all he can do not to get hisself rolled, sure enuff he ain't gonna rock
stand in line and do what he's told, meanwhile stare at the clock

It ain't a wiggle, it ain't a waggle
no more jiggle, more like a straggle
how goes the struggle?.....
b'port shuffle

she's the kind who could lean on her looks, maybe ten years ago
now only the blind ever read her books, and she has to take it rl slow
eyes squintin' at the crack of noon, standin' too far from the corner
along come a bus on the zoom, too bad nobody warned her

it ain't a wiggle, it aint a waggle
she got no jiggle, more like a straggle
how does she struggle?
B'port....... the B'port shuffle...........B'port.......... the B'port Shuffle

Hey Jack where'd ya get that suit – lookin' like yer dressed to be killed?
throw back to you at twenty-two but now you look like pushing hills
used to be a mover and a shaker, now you just shakin' DT's
“Sure Thing” was a loser, a real leg-breaker, so you might as well shuffle with me

it ain't a wiggle, it aint a waggle
you got no jiggle, more like a straggle
how goes the struggle?
B'port....... the B'port shuffle...........B'port.......... the B'port Shuffle