Burnett T-bone - Hula Hoop lyrics

Way up in the hierarchies Mr. Big picks up his horn Floats a note down through the lowlands And another star is born Then he turns a deep vermilion And he deals a little scorn We're all gonna be geniuses We're all gonna be famous We'll all get in the TV business And move up to New York who can blame us They tell me way up there they got a man pulls Fifteen feet of chain out of his brain Hula hoop Hula hoop Hula hoop So if you're bound to hit the big time Then you better do it right Go and get yourself some bu*tons and a healthy appetite For some overpaid attention and a lot of neon light Hula hoop Hula hoop Hula hoop