Funny Bones
Funny Bones
Woke up on a Monday morning feeling wavy
Got dressed, grabbed my bag and got crazy
Started dancing, I got my groove on and felled down
Dropped to my knees and started laughing
No one was around to catch me
The kids were off to school so I was safe
Got back on my feet and started to shake
I got my groove back as if I was an old lady
Rocked right to left, left to right like a baby
Stiff as a board, I thought I was doing something
I was moving my funny bone
No one was around, no one was home
Just me and the music in my head
I was smiling and laughing, what a beautiful day ahead
It was like my bone were happy
I couldn’t stop moving
Funny bones was my movement
I started snapping my fingers
I was feeling the beat
All the way to my feet
Began to clap my hands
To what a surprise, I never knew how to dance
Something has come over me
I’m moving on…… These are the sign of having funny bones
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