Feel it in my feet
Feel it in the heat
There's trouble on the street
And the trouble starts to move your way now
Feel it in my feet
Feel it in the heat
There's trouble on the street
It's knock on wood, so move away now
Well, there I might lay low
Well, I guess we’ll wait and see
Wherever it is I go
It seems there's trouble finding me
Well, I know I got time to run
Well, I know I got time to breathe
But there's no time like the present
To make this trouble stand up and leave
So I say
Do da do do do the trouble
Dig up the down
And burst up the bubble-ubble
Shoot the loot, toot, well, there's trouble
Do the boogie down and move on the double-ubble
Do da do do do the trouble
Pick up the shovel
Dig up down the rubble-ubble
Do da do do well there's trouble
Do the boogie down and move on the double
So hold on
To what you've got
You can lose it fast in the dog days
So hold on
To what you've got
You can lose it fast in the rat race
Feel it in my feet
Feel it in the heat
There's trouble on the street
And the trouble starts to move your way now
Feel it in my feet
Feel it in the heat
There's trouble on the street
It's knock on wood, so move away now
Do da do do do the trouble
Dig up the down
And burst up the bubble-ubble
Shoot the loot, toot, well, there's trouble
Do the boogie down and move on the double-ubble
Do da do do do the trouble
Pick up the shovel
Dig up down the rubble-ubble
Do da do do well there's trouble
Do the boogie down and move on the double
Shoot, shoot, shoot
And there's trouble
Tin, tin, too many boots on the rubble
Shoot, shoot, shoot
And there's trouble
Just seen too many boots on the rubble
So hold on
To what you've got
You can lose it fast in the dog days
So hold on
To what you've got
You can lose it fast in the rat race
‘From a young age I was hugely protective of my art. Perhaps to an extent which was somewhat juvenile. But I am, and at moments …