Oo-poppa-doo, how do y’all do?
I’m Mr. Wiggles the Worm, these are my ladies Giggle and Squirm
Three bionic idiots
Your DJs for the Affair
Where we’ll be gettin’ down and won’t be comin’ up for air.
May I have this swim?
I got a string on my thang (Mmh)
Rhythm in my thang (Wind me up)
I can do my thang underwater
I got a string attached to my thang
When you pull my string
I can do my thang like I oughta
Ooh, the Motor Booty Affair–this IS the big one
The marathon, not your average 50-yard dash of Funk
The Olympics, cross-country style
Comin’ to you from #1 Bimini Road,
In beautiful downtown Atlantis
Where you might see the jellyfish jammin’ with the salmon
Come face to face with a mouth named Jaws,
Freak out with a Mermaid named Rita
And meet Mr. Wiggles the Worm
Check me out
I can slide between the molecules of wetness like an eel through seaweed
One slithering idiot
Mr. Wiggles here…
Your DJ for the Affair
We will be gettin’ down and won’t be coming up for air
So you can leave your nose at home
You might wanna rent a blowhole. OH!
Let me bait my rap (Heh!)
This fish tale begins where most fish tails end
With a school of fool fish
Playin’ hooky from school and gettin caught…AND LIKIN’ IT!!!
Mr. Wiggles the Worm here
Sayin’ this is an underwater story in the fields of your mind
We’re swimmin’ past a clock who has it’s hand behind it’s back
On past reality, he ain’t lookin’ for a moment
We’ll leave a candle in the windows of our conscious mind
And we’ll find our way back to the One in time
The Motor Booty Affair, where you can dance underwater and not get wet
Mr. Wiggles here on roller skates and a yo-yo
Actin’ the FOOL, one slithering idiot
These are my ladies Giggles and Squirm
We are three bionic worms
Your DJ for the Affair
And I can do my thang underwater, HA!
Comin’ to you live from #1 Bimini Road
In the Emerald City, downtown Atlantis…
Mr. Wiggles here,
Sayin’ Ee-tiddley-tock, oh I’m the Jock and I’m back on the scene with my record machine sayin’
Oo-poppa-doo how y’all do? (We’re swimmin’ past a clock who has it’s hand behind it’s back
On past reality, he ain’t lookin’ for a moment)
To all the fish and the fishies, go wiggle! (We’ll leave a candle in our conscious mind…with the One)
To all the fish and the fishes, go wiggle!
OHHH!! GO WIGGLE!!! GO WIGGLE!!!
From the ocean comes the notion that real lies in the eyes of rhythm
And the rhythm of vision is a dancer
From the lookin’ comes the seeing
One with real eyes realize that the rhythm of vision is a dancer
And when he dance it’s always on the One. (Aquadooloop baby!)
Goin’ down you could see sounds of silence
Primal heartbeats could be seen with the naked eye
(What in the world is that worm talkin’ about?)
And the ones with real eyes realize that everything is on the One. Go Wiggle!
Psychoalphadiscobetabioaquadooloop go wiggle!
Swimmin on past your conscious mind, who’s tied up for a moment
But he’ll be back on time. In the meantime… go wiggle!