The Dogtown Shuffle David Lee Roth

Keep your eyes wide open, babe
If you decide to take the long walk
My city screams of danger

And you're on borrowed time
It comes from a jealous clock
And you're a permanent stranger

So the last of the wild frontier kings
Is held for further questioning
When nothing's left but death and taxes
The matter of the real fact is

You go through life as someone's doormat
Well you don't get no sportin' chance
Ain't too much distance 'tween a pat on the back
And a kick in the pants

You do the Dogtown Shuffle
I know you talk the talk?
Yes I do!
I do the Dogtown Shuffle
But can you walk the walk?
Lemme see ya do it one time

Some self-made guy gets it in the ass
At the local mini-mall
Looks more like a warning than an example