(Ian Hunter)



My cardboard face looks out of place

Among all those plastic plates

My Brillianteen sure adds that sheen

But I can't believe my fate



I mean all this dressing up is a travesty

It's costing all my bread and I ain't no Red Indian Chief

It's getting somehow (?) and really embarrassingly



I wanna dance to Honaloochie Boogie yeah

Get in time, don't worry 'bout the shirt shine

Honaloochie Boogie, you sure started something



And the Kings are dying

The Queens are crying

And the Princes now stake their claim

Then you became the rebels reign

And the wise men slag in vain



Now I feel like I'm in a REock 'N Roll war

Some kind of mathematical jive competition

The trouble is allk I can think about is getting a gig somewhere



I wanna dance to Honaloochie Boogie yeah

Get in time, don't worry 'bout the shirt shine

Honaloochie Boogie, you sure started something



I wanna dance to Honaloochie Boogie yeah

Get in time, don't worry 'bout the shirt shine

Honaloochie Boogie, you sure started something



I wanna dance to Honaloochie Boogie yeah

Get in time, don't worry 'bout the shirt shine

Honaloochie Boogie, you sure started something