The Roundup

Have you heard ’bout this crazy new dance called The Roundup?
Oh, no?
Well, uh–
It’s been sweep’n the nation from coast-to-coast, city-to-city, house-to-house, and body-to-body.
They’re doin’ it in Missouri.
They’re doin’ it real good down there in Texas.
It’s happen’n in the sunshine state—even catch’n on over there in the UK, too.

It starts down low in the soles of your feet.
I know you got soul in your feet.
Now step to the left, to the right, to the left, to the right, to the left, to the right. Now move it up a little—to the middle.
But you gotta fight that feel’n that’s burn’n deep down inside of you and don’t you move those hips.
No, you gotta keep’m straight.
Don’t you move those hips; keep’m straight.
Now, if you’re ready to get your hands dirty,
Then you’re ready to do The Roundup.
Ok, here we go.

If you see someone that doesn’t look like you—round’m up.
We’ll find someplace else to put’m later.
If you hear someone that doesn’t talk like you, oh—you gotta round them up.
We’re gonna send then back to where they come from.
If they don’t love like you, laugh like you, or pray like you;
If they don’t eat like you, drink like you, or taste like you;
If they don’t need, don’t want, don’t give, don’t take, don’t hate like you;
If they don’t read, don’t right, don’t left or right, don’t fight like you Then round’m up.

You gotta round’m up.