You got me upside down, man Turn me over and make me upright! Hah, hah, hah They chased a man out The Chase Manhattan bank That man was me There ain't no doubting About who I am I raced across the street To my girlfriend's pad I said "Please help me out of this jam!" She shot me a glance It made me freeze My eyes got the size Of two black-eyed peas And I was wiggling I am the Lord of Everything (You got me upside down!) Someone from the Chase Manhattan Bank Was on the phone I headed for the back door It must have been the loan The bunko-boys were waiting And they took me for a spin In the cellblock next to me The zombies just moved in And late at night I can hear them giggling At you-know-who: The King of Wiggling Wiggling Wiggling Wiggling Keep on keepin' gettin' it right on! Keep on keepin' gettin' it right on! Keep on keepin' gettin' it right on! Keep on keepin' gettin' it right on! I am the Lord of Wiggling I am the Lord of every single thing In.. Out.. In.. Out.. It's my thing I am the Wiggling King Accept my appeal You may kneel And kiss my ring Forsooth! All of the while My real wild style Was wiggling Wiggling The zombies smile You know they praise my style Of wiggling I'm the Lord of Wiggling Heigh-ho the merry-o The farmer's in the derry-o Prince is on the stereo Wig-wig-wig-wig We wig-wig We wig-wig-wig We wig-wig-wig We wig-wig We wig-wiggling