Lyrics:

Attention, everybody
I'm gonna show you a brand new dance
It's called The Walk, The Walk
Just let your body talk, 'til you're deep in a trance
You don't need no partner, you can walk all alone
Whenever you feel the groove
Just let your body move, walkin' to a beat of your own

Everybody walk your body
Everybody walk, yoo-hoo-hoo
Everybody walk your body
Everybody walk

Attention, everybody
I said it ain't hard to do
Just walk, walk, let your body talk, walkin' so cool
(Walkin' so cool)
Attention, everybody
I said, I just shined my shoes – yes I did
So you can let your body talk, just watch where you walk. 
Or your life you're gonna lose
In other words, I'll walk you 'til you're dead

Everybody, walk your body
Hey, everybody, walk, yoo-hoo-hoo
Everybody, walk your body
Oh, everybody, walk

The days of dancing in one place are gone
And, honey, you know you can't dance with them tight jeans on
If you try to cop a dip, you'd trip, slip, and fall
Walking's for the cool, baby, put on a camisole, hey

Everybody, walk your body (Everybody, walk your body)
Everybody, walk, yoo-hoo-hoo
Everybody, walk your body (Everybody, walk your body)
Everybody, walk, oh

Who? Me? I wear baggies, zip, snap, and drop
Easy access, baby
Yes, before you get a chance to holler 'Stop!'
Besides, Rollo likes his freedom
Ain't nothin' like a fresh pair of baggies
Now I know that's right

Everybody, walk your body (Everybody, walk your body)
Everybody, walk, yoo-hoo-hoo
Everybody, walk your body (Everybody, walk your body)
Everybody, walk, oh

Hut two, three, four, what the hell are we fightin' for? Walk
Hut two, three, four, what the hell are we fightin' for? Walk
Company, fall in line, talk
Hut two, three, four, what the hell are we fightin' for? Walk
Hut two, three, four, what the hell are we fightin' for? Walk
Piano man, play...
Damn, I'm 'bout to walk a hole in my Stacy Adams
What time is it?
Little cute guitar player, make your mama proud...
I want all of Detroit City to stand up, clap your hands
Alright, you Polaroids, stay in time with the drummer
Jellybean, don't be so mean, uh...
Mr. Jellybean, turn it around
Bass man, walk downtown
Go on and walk, Terry
I don't think they heard ya, mmm
What time is it?
Rock City
Well okay, if you put it that way º
Ain't nobody bad
Cheerio!

We don't like policemen
We don't like New Wave
We don't like television

Everybody, walk your body
Everybody, walk (Any walkers in the house? Hey, hey)
Everybody, walk your body
Everybody, walk, oh (That's okay, if you wanna sing, it's cool)
Everybody, walk your body (Everybody, walk your body)
Everybody, walk (Yes, oh oh)
Everybody, walk your body
Everybody, walk (Everybody, walk your body)
(Finest baggies your money can buy, alright)
Everybody, walk your body
Everybody, walk
Everybody, walk your body
Oh, everybody, walk (Band)
Everybody, walk your body (Everybody, walk your body)
Everybody, walk (Woo, uh, say it again)
Everybody, walk your body
Everybody, walk (What time is it?)
Everybody, walk your body

Say, hey baby, where you goin'?
I'm going home – I can't dance like that
Well, baby, that's because you got those jeans on too tight
Now, let's just take 'em off...
What do you mean 'Let's just take 'em off?'
Come on, take 'em off..
I got something for you to wear – here, put this on
Huh, you always keep lingerie in your glove compartment?
None of my women wear gloves...
Now put this on
But...
'But' my ass - hey, a play on words
But all the girls will stare at me
All the girls in this neighborhood already wear camisoles
I know, but...
But, but... that's because it's cool
Now let's get them jeans off
Okay, but I'm warning you
Warning me about what?
Mmm, this zipper's tight. Here, why don't you lay down?
Um, that's what I'm tryin' to tell you
Stop tryin' to tell me things and pull
But...
Come on, pull
I'm warning you
Mary, sweet mother of Jesus!
I told you
Damn baby, how'd you get all that in them jeans?
It wasn't easy
I know that's right, mmm!
Well, I think you'd be more comfortable in this...
I'm sure I would
I don't know...
Hurry up, Grace, song's almost over
My name's not Grace
I know that, but hurry up... Grace
Man, these are weird
I guess the tag goes in the back
Hurry up
Okay, okay, how do I look?
Almost as good as me, now let's go
(Hey Morris, what time is it? Who's the lovely lady? Introduce us)
I'll introduce you to a headache if you don't get out of my face!
Okay, baby, now check this out, we gonna walk 'til the song's over
In other words, meet me at the bar in 32–32... 32 measures, cool?
Cool
And if you're good, I'll let you work the stick in my ride, wah-ha-ha!