Lyrics:

Mama told me when I was threeThe street'll never get you no whereYou take a street car jumpin' and back beat bumpAnd get along like it isn't thereYou hold your head up highLike you're gonna flyYou take the bitter 'til you find the sweetAnd when you got that crowd and it's screamin' loudYou leave them sittin' on the edge of their seatChorusYou gotta step that stepWalk that walkShake that thingHoney talk that talkHollywood, if New York couldKeep you babblin' 'til the break of dayNo time to rest and you've got to feel blessed'Cause you're gonna get it anywayYou start to wail and your face turns paleYou've got to pump it till your pistol popsAnd as the eagle flew baby so will youCause you're climbin' all the way to the topRepeat Chorus Six Times