Shake, Rattle, and Roll: A Song of Morning Routines and Joyful Chaos

Get out of that bed and wash your face and hands Well you get in that kitchen and make some noise with the pots and pans Well you wear those dresses and the sun comes shining through Well you wear those dresses and the sun comes shining through I can’t believe my heart, all of this belongs to you I believe you’re the devil in Nile Island I believe you’re the devil in Nile Island Well all I work is passing my money gone I said shake, rattle and roll Shake, rattle and roll Shake, rattle and roll