Lyrics Rudebox - Robbie Williams, Chicken Lips

Rudebox

Do the rudebox
Shake your rudebox
Do the rudebox
Shake your rudebox
Do the rudebox
Shake your rudebox
Do the rudebox
Shake your rudebox (Rude Box, Rude Box)
OK then, back to basics
Grab your shell toes and your fat laces
A little hand clap for some funk faces
And make your body move in the following places
Goes up your back and then down your spine
And when it hits your head…
OK then back to baseheads
Dance like you just won at the special Olympics
I got the rudebox off the back of a spaceship
So sick I just had to take it
The R.U.D.E.B.O.X
Up your jacksie, split your kecks
Sing a song to Semtex
Pocket full of Durex, body full of Mandrex
Are we gonna have sex?
Will you wear your knee socks?
Back to the rudebox
Got this double fantasy
Where we just never stop
I’ve got one design
And that’s to funk you to the top
Know whats on my mind
There’s only one thing you will find
I got one design
And that’s to bump you til you drop
Rudebox, do the rudebox
Cause you so nasty
Rudebox, shake your rudebox
Why you so nasty
Rudebox, do the rudebox
Cause you so nasty
Rudebox, shake your rudebox
Why you so nasty
OK then, back to spaceship
Take both pills, fuck the matrix
Jack those jills, shake your Playtex
Rock 3 stripes, not the asics
Old school cause it’s the best (yes)
T.K.
Maxx cost less (yes)
Jackson looks a mess (bless)
OK then, what to do
If you try to jack me I’ll rudebox you
If you rudebox me, I’ll rudebox your whole crew
Cause it’s what I do, ain’t that right boo?
(true)
I’ll ride with you if you can get me to the border
Cause the sheriff’s after me for what I did to his daughter
I did it like this (you did it like that)
I love it when you double clap clap
Got this double fantasy
Where we just never stop
I’ve got one design
And that’s to funk you to the top
Know whats on my mind
There’s only one thing you will find
I got one design
And that’s to bump you til you drop
Rudebox, do the rudebox
Cause you so nasty
Rudebox, shake your rudebox
Why you so nasty
Rudebox, do the rudebox
Cause you so nasty
Rudebox, shake your rudebox
Why you so nasty
OK then, check the tan line
Make your body shape like you’re stood on a landmine
Call me on my mobile, not the landline
And jack the mainline at the same time
OK, this is what we do
Got a jam so fresh its nice for you
OK, give it what you got
And dial 808 for the bass to drop
OK then, whats the fracas
Grab your cardy your lead hat and your bus pass
You don’t sweat much for a fat lass
Grab your rudebox cause your box is righteous
OK, bum rush the show
I got high speed dubbing on my stereo
And all the tunes in the box are the cherrio
I know I told you before, did you hear me though (did you hear me though)
Got this double fantasy
Where we just never stop
I’ve got one design
And that’s to funk you to the top
Know whats on my mind
There’s only one thing you will find
I got one design
And that’s to bump you til you drop
Rudebox, do the rudebox
Cause you so nasty
Rudebox, shake your rudebox
Why you so nasty
Rudebox, do the rudebox
Cause you so nasty
Rudebox, shake your rudebox
Why you so nasty
Do the rudebox
Shake your rudebox
Do the rudebox
Shake your rudebox
Do the rudebox
Shake your rudebox
Do the rudebox
Shake your rudebox
Do the rudebox
Shake your rudebox
Do the rudebox
Shake your rudebox
Do the rudebox
Shake your rudebox
Do the rudebox
Shake your rudebox
Do the rudebox
Shake your rudebox
Do the rudebox
Shake your rudebox
Do the rudebox
Shake your rudebox