Lyrics:

Mama told me when I was three The street'll never get you no where You take a street car jumpin' and back beat bump And get along like it isn't there You hold your head up high Like you're gonna fly You take the bitter 'til you find the sweet And when you got that crowd and it's screamin' loud You leave them sittin' on the edge of their seat Chorus You gotta step that step Walk that walk Shake that thing Honey talk that talk Hollywood, if New York could Keep you babblin' 'til the break of day No time to rest and you've got to feel blessed 'Cause you're gonna get it anyway You start to wail and your face turns pale You've got to pump it till your pistol pops And as the eagle flew baby so will you Cause you're climbin' all the way to the top Repeat Chorus Six Times