Lyrics Hula Hoop - T-Bone Burnett

Hula Hoop

Way up in the hierarchiesMr.
Big picks up his hornFloats a note down through the
lowlandsAnd another star is bornThen he turns a deep
vermilionAnd he deals a little scornWe’re all gonna
be geniusesWe’re all gonna be famousWe’ll all get in
the TV businessAnd move up to New York who can blame
usThey tell me way up there they got a man pullsFifteen
feet of chain out of his brainHula hoopHula hoopHula
hoopSo if you’re bound to hit the big timeThen you
better do it rightGo and get yourself some buttons
and a healthy appetiteFor some overpaid attention and
a lot of neon lightHula hoopHula hoopHula hoop