Shake That Thing Songtext / Lyric

Finally, Friday night
Got to get, feeling right
Low cut, tank top
Blue jeans, skin tight
9 o'clock, dance hall
Walkin in, struttin tall
Lookin so good
Boys scratchin on the 8 ball Belly up to the bar
Cuervo, PBR
Flirtin with the bartender
Hey baby, no charge Bands playin, my song
Gotta get my grove on
Ride sally, ride sally
Ride it all night long

If you got it, flaunt it
Make the cowboys...want it

You gotta shake that thing,
Shake that thing,
Shake that thing,
Shake that thing,
Closing time, 2 o'clock
Party in the parkin lot
Dancin on a flat bed
Everybody's getting hot
Swinging on some wild cat
Bumpin old-school rap
Give that girl a brass pole
Where'd she learn to do that

If you got it, flaunt it
Make the cowboys ...want it
You gotta shake that thing
Shake that thing
Shake that thing
Shake that thing

East west, north south
Let it all hang out
Movin up, movin down
Take that country into town

Shake that thing...

[Repeat chorus]