I may have hips of wood and feet of lead And a spine of rubber But when I'm listening to your tunes I can dance like any other Don't let it go to your head Don't make your bed Unless you plan to sleep in it, brother It's no mystery You got nothing on me So give my regards to your mother I may have hips of wood and feet of lead And a spine of rubber But when I'm listening to your tunes I can dance like any other Don't let it go to your head Don't make your bed Unless you plan to sleep in it, brother It's no mystery You got nothing on me So give my regards to your mother