Do that one dance, man That, that one dance Yeah (yeah) Walked in this party And these girls lookin' at me Skinny jeans on and you know my hair crazy, ayy Hey, hey, hey Okay, okay, I want y'all do it, do this dance now Juju on the beat (juju) Juju on that beat (okay) Juju on that, juju on that, juju on that beat Now slide, drop Show them folks, don't stop, ayy Don't stop, ayy Don't stop, ayy Running man on that beat, ayy Running man on that beat, ayy Running man on that beat, ayy Running man on that beat Now do your dance, do your dance, do your dance, ayy Go crazy You your daddy's son Ayy, ayy Do your dance, ayy (ayy) Go crazy, ayy (ayy) Get crazy, ayy Let's go, leggo, leggo, leggo, leggo Hey, hey, hey Okay, we're singin' and movin' And ready to dance I got my cousin, he with me I got my friends on the right And I'm a KIDZ BOP kid And I don't know nothing else Besides dancin' and having parties And having some fun I said look in the mirror What you expect me to do? I see a bunch of my friends And they're all dancing too I mean, I like your style I'm on a whole 'nother level If you compare me and them There wouldn't be no comparings Juju on the beat (juju) Juju on that beat (okay) Juju on that, juju on that, juju on that beat Now slide, drop Show them folks, don't stop, ayy Don't stop, ayy Don't stop, ayy Running man on that beat, ayy Running man on that beat, ayy Running man on that beat, ayy Running man on that beat Now do your dance, do your dance, do your dance, ayy Go crazy You your daddy's son Juju on the beat (juju) Juju on that beat (okay) Juju on that, Juju on that, Juju on that beat Now slide, drop Show 'dem folks, don't stop, ayy Don't stop, ayy Don't stop, ayy Running man on that beat, ayy Running man on that beat, ayy Running man on that beat, ayy Running man on that beat Now do your dance, do your dance, do your dance, ayy Go crazy You your daddy's son

(C.w. mccall, bill fries, chip davis) Bill fries says that this is based on a true story from the late '60s, when a band of hippies rolled into telluride and decided to stay. One day about four or five years ago We is settin' at the conoco station Kickin' tires, and swattin' flies, And discussin' the state of the union When right out in front of the baptist church Come a big ol' purple school bus Had astrological signs upon it And thirty-five hippies and dogs inside About half of 'em went for the courthouse lawn And them dogs commenced on the fireplug Rest of 'em set there starin' at us And I says, roy, go get your flit gun He says, which is the hippies? and which is the dogs? I says, beats the hell outta me, roy. What they was, was a bunch a' them crispy critters And their leader was a space cadet He says, sagittarius, we has arrived. Prepare to disembark, men. Get the incense goin' and the sitar out We gonna camp in the city park, man. I says, boys, let me explain the situation to ya. A: you're gettin' me down And b: we got us a leash law here And c: you in the wrong town. You drop one string a' beads in that there park And you gonna see a whole lotta stars. You got fifteen seconds to get out of town, boys, Or we gonna blow ya ta mars. Well, they all got back in the purple bus And proceeded to the city limits. Then the telephone rang, was the swimmin' pool Says a mess a' wild critters was in it! So we all got in the marshal's plymouth (Which is always at the conoco station) Went flashin' on down to the swimmin' pool To give them critters a citation By the time we arrived, it was too damn late Them critters is all had their pants down Them dogs was tearin' the bathhouse apart, And they's after the fish in the fish pond! I says, roy, you get the one in the silver t-shirt And I'll get the rest with a net. We gonna have a jail full a' naked crispy critters And a drip-dry space cadet. [You've watched the dukes of hazzard, haven't you? c'mon, admit it; nobody's looking. well, at this point in the song there's a short interlude which resembles a car chase on dukes. there's banj Kin' and yee-hawin' and a general sense of raucous abandon. oh, yeah, and a few dog barks. it's round-up time at the swimmin' pool.] Well, we gave 'em hell, but we lost the war 'Cause them critters outnumbered us So they moved in and set up camp And they lived in that purple school bus Six weeks later, there was nothin' in town But eighty-four dogs and a head shop Sellin' dried up weeds, and sunflower seeds, And astrological postcards Yeah, critters took over the city council And the dogs all barked their brains out And the whole damn town was crispy critters And the mayor was a space cadet

(C.w. mccall, bill fries, chip davis) Me an' rj an' the kids was on a camp-out in the mountains, and we had us one'a them u-drive-'em army jeep cars which we rented from a fella by the name of kubozke for thirty bucks a day, buy you Along the way, take a rabbit's foot and leave a pint of blood for a dee-posit. And he 'splained it all to us how we was supposed to get to telluride, which is fifty miles away by way of the regular highway, however, there was a shortcut but unless we had drove the black be Ad before, we'd better be off to stay, stay in bed and sleep late. (pay no attention to the gitar there.) Well, we took up off'n the highway and we come upon a sign says black bear road. you don't have to be crazy to drive this road, but it helps. I says, rj, this must the shortcut Kubozke was talkin' about. she didn't pay no mind, 'cause she was makin' peanut butter sandwiches for the kids in the back seat throwin' rocks and drinkin' kool-aid and playin' count-the- Se-plates. but they wasn't havin' too much fun a-countin' license plate or cars, 'cause there weren't no other cars. We went about a mile-and-a-half in about four hours, busted off the right front fender, tore a hole in the oil pan on a rock as big as a hall closet. went over a bump and spilt the kool-aid and Ene stuck his bolo knife right through the convertible top and the dog threw up all over the back seat. peanut butter don't agree with him, you see. So we had to stop and take off the top and air everything out and clean it up. the dog run off and rj says she felt her asthma comin' on. I was sittin' there wonderin' what to do when the en-tir Nic san joo-wan u-drive-'em army jeep car sank in the mud. at thirteen thousand feet above sea level. Well, we shoveled it out and ate our lunch, the dog made a yellow hole in the snow and roy gene got out his instamatic and took a snapshot of it. mary elizabeth drawed a picture of the road; it D like a whole bunch a' zs and ws all strung together. and rj took one look at it and said that the only way that jeep car is goin' down that road is over her dead body. then a rock slipped out Under the wheel and the u-drive-'em army jeep car went right over the edge of the cliff. yahoo-oo-oo-oo! Doggone-it, roy gene! how many times do I have to 'splain it to you? when I tell you to put a rock under the wheel, I mean rock! now look at that, what you have there is no bigger'n a grap T.