| Won’t you strut Miss Lizzie,
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| Get busy!
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| I wanna see you walk;
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| Oh, the folks all see the way you syncopate,
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| Hear the whole town talk!
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| When you move so preety,
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| It’s a pity
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| The other girlies frown,
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| But the men you meet
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| Like the way you shake your feet;
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| Oh, you knock’em dizzy,
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| Strut Miss Lizzie Brown!
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| Go down the street, by the school,
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| Pack your feet you struttin' fool!
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| Strut your stuff by the kirk,
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| Trot your tootsies by the church!
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| Through the alley, dodge the cans,
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| Shake Miss Ellie’s pots and pans.
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| Cool your dog, we’re comin' through,
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| Except for Lennox Avenue! |