We’re going to Kentucky, we’re going to the fair,
To see the senioritas with flowers in their hair,
So shake it baby, shake it! Shake it up and down,
Shake it like a milkshake and shake it like a clown.
Rumble to the bottom, rumble to the top,
Turn around, turn around, turn around and stop!
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