Hot Footin'

<p>Summertime daze through blister street haze<br/>Wing-tipping, fleet-footing, side-stepping<br/>Ya gimme all your bad talk, boot-pumping<br/>Brass button shucking and guffin&#x27;<br/>Street corner preach to gum pop jive turkey<br/>Trotting past that Main Street peep show<br/>Banana-boat Buick blaring stereo can&#x27;t drown out where he is saying<br/><br/>Jeremiah, just keep wailing to every junkyard hound<br/>As long as he&#x27;s got feet, he&#x27;ll be hotfootin&#x27; around<br/><br/>Sidewalk stomping, quit your cussing<br/>This is a bee-bopping, kazoo honking, Salvation Army one man band, hammering guitar in his hand<br/>Look at that dude with the silver boom box and the bad, red baseball cap; he wears it just so<br/>He&#x27;ll take your Seiko and sell it back to you, just like that<br/>Jeremiah, just keep wailing to every junkyard hound<br/>As long as he&#x27;s got feet, he&#x27;ll be hotfootin&#x27; around<br/>Jeremiah, just keep wailing to every junkyard hound<br/>As long as he&#x27;s got feet, he&#x27;ll be hotfootin&#x27; around<br/><br/>&quot;Brothers and sisters,&quot; he tells then, &quot;This broad way ain&#x27;t the way to Heaven<br/>You&#x27;re so busy dying, you forget you can be born again,&quot;<br/>&quot;Hey, street preacher, let us be,&quot; - he don&#x27;t pay &#x27;em no mind<br/>In front of the bail and bond, down any heel-romping mean street<br/>Dude, you can&#x27;t keep hustling God, no can do<br/>That smells about as sweet as rose tattoo<br/><br/>Jeremiah, just keep wailing to every junkyard hound<br/>As long as he&#x27;s got feet, he&#x27;ll be hotfootin&#x27; around<br/>Jeremiah, just keep wailing to every junkyard hound<br/>As long as he&#x27;s got feet, he&#x27;ll be hotfootin&#x27; around