On his big holy cheese
He slides on his knees
Egyptian steez with no one to please
Ain’t got no main squeeze
I’m cutting shapes on the crust of the moon
Testing the skies with my pet baboon
My kung-fu shoes will tiptoe soon
I’m protected from the ozone fumes
Luna Steppa, with his blazing slippers
Glove of glitter
Solar eclipse
Shaking your hips, electric storm
Signature moves, thrilling the muse
He’ll do the lean but with glue on his hooves
He’s bad and he’s damn smooth
Calabash and tree snatched from the еarth
Gravity pulls on a cold mirror surf
Like breath, I’ve boogiеd down since birth
Standing ground on my illuminated turf
Luna Steppa, with his blazing slippers
Glove of glitter
Solar eclipse
Shaking your hips, electric storm
His face was carved in the stone
His orange aura and velvet tone
It resonates, right through my golden toes
I know he worshipped James Brown
My feet so heavy, they weigh me down
It’s lonely work trying to replicate the king
Luna Steppa, with his blazing slippers
Glove of glitter
Solar eclipse
Shaking your hips, electric
Luna Steppa, with his blazing slippers
Glove of glitter
Solar eclipse
Shaking your hips, electric storm
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