(I dunno, but it don't smell like corn silk)

Everybody samba

Me and my calico girlfriend
Starting a set of new rules
Watching the stars as they drop in
Making the night time a fool

Wandering over a roadway
Changing the signs of the times
Looking for love and a new day
Seeing with more than our eyes
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na

Keeper of men and of shadows
Follow us up to the top
Taking the latch off the window
Giving us more than we've dropped

Me and my calico girlfriend
Suddenly stare at the face
Of time and its hopes that we'll win
Then softly drop out of the race

Ya-da-da-na-na-na-na da-dum
Steal away
Oh, goin' back to Rhode Island
Going way back, back to Rhode Island
Shaking maracas in Rhode Island
Maybe go to Providence, Rhode Island
Dancing with a girl with fruit on her head in Rhode Island
Rhode Island, Rhode Island, Rhode Island
Fruit on her head and cork wedgies
Across the floor
Across the floor in Rhode Island
I'm gonna be playing Rhode Island