Tripe Face Boogie

Well I was buffalo-ed in Buffalo And I was entertained in Houston New York, New York you gotta choose one It's a tripe face boogie Boogie my sneakers away yeah yeah I don't want your money Don't want your time, Please don't jive me honey And I'll give you back your dime Hype face boogie Boogie my scruples away yeah, yeah, oh Well I can't dig potato chips And I can't take the taunts Tripe my guacamole baby, gotta Tripe my in ya' in ya', You gotta tripe my shorts It's a hype cage boogie Boogie my sneakers away yeah I said tripe boogie, a hype boogie It's the right boogie All night long... You bring your guitar I'll bring the wine Blow out our speakers, just One more time It's a tripe face boogie Lookout! Good job raise some waves I said: Lookout! Good job raise some waves I said Lookout! Good job raise some waves, oooh yeah