"C'mon, Stripes! The music... the heat..." "Gutter Boogie Zebra!" [Verse 1] Horse-sweat, bodies stickin’ in the mirrored light, And then he drops in—black-and-white streak gallopin' through the night. Stripes cloppin’ figure-eights faster than the strobes can track, Every gawker hittin’ pause, “How the fuck can he dance like that?” But I know—oh, I know— There’s a cobblestone ghost still clompin’ in his bones, Rain-slick street where he spun for coins, Fez on his head, gurdy blues in his joints— But tonight he’s unchained. He’s a wildfire zebra with a grin so crazed I feel my fuckin’ rump break ranks, Like a kick-drum beggin’ for a spank. [Pre-Chorus] Neon buzzin’, floorboards quiver— He’s spewin’ joy like a goddamn river. Crowd keeps gaspin’, “What the fuck’s he doin’?” But fuck ‘em, they can drown in their own confusion. [Chorus] Gutter boogie Zebra—shake that hurt off your hide, Struttin’ in your fuckin stripes, make ‘em stare bug-eyed! Gutter boogie Zebra—yeah, you’re killin’ me slow, Every swivel of your hips got my tongue hangin’ low. And they gawk, they blink, they freeze— But I’m down on my knees For my gutter boogie— My gutter boogie zebra. [Verse 2] He twirls like he’s cuttin’ free from a billion yesterdays, Fuckin’ hooves tappin’ out defiance in disco dusty haze. People part like the floor’s diarrhea, mutterin’ “What the… who’s that?” But every sneer just fuels him—berserker horse in a psycho dance! Whippin’ back sweat like holy water, Body preachin’ faster, hotter, Castin’ out the spirit of that hurdy-gurdy fuck Who ground him down, that fuckin’ soul suck… er But now he grabs the beat Striped flanks sweaty and so fuckin’ sleek. I fhrow my fuckin’ vest aside Slowly unzippin my fuckin’ fly [Pre-Chorus 2] Mirrorball shatters just tryin’ to keep pace, He’s a dance-floor messiah in a striped-up blaze, They can’t read the language his hips are speakin’— But baby, I’m fluent, and that's why I'm fuckin' streakin'! [Chorus] Gutter boogie Zebra—flash that sheen on your hide, Struttin’ in your fuckin stripes, make ‘em stare bug-eyed! Gutter boogie Zebra—yeah, you’re gettin’ me juiced, Every swivel of your hips makin' me fuckin' sluiced. And they gawk, they blink, they freeze— But I’m down on my knees For my gutter boogie— My gutter boogie zebra. "Whoop! Ha!" [Bridge] Oh, look at ’em all— Mouths hangin’ like broken doors, Tryin’ to solve your riddle Like some black 'n white crossword on the floor. But you don’t owe ’em shit. Keep snappin’ that joy like a whip. Give ’em that Saturday-night fever pitch— Give it, give it, give it— He’s stayin’ alive, stayin’ alive— But not the way they did it on vinyl nights; He’s stayin’ alive in the black, in the white, Out of pure, feral, goddamn spite. Yahhh! [Final Chorus] Gutter boogie Zebra—let the fuckin' world stare, Twice as sexy when you're freakin' out the squares. Gutter boogie Zebra—I’m beggin’ for more, Drag me under with those moves, tear the denim off my fur. And they gape, they guess, they freeze— But I’m itchin', and not from fleas, Off that gutter boogie— My gutter boogie zebra. [Outro] Boogie on down to Gutter Town Gutter Boogie Zebra... "Fuck yes!" Boogie on down to Gutter Town Gutter Boogie Zebra...
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