Wiggle Wiggle

Wiggle like a snake.
Wiggle like silk or like milk.
Wiggle till you're high.

What can I say about "Wiggle Wiggle?" It's easily Bob Dylan's dumbest song, but come the hell on, what's not to like about wiggling like a bowl of soup, a swarm of bees, a pail of milk and a big fat snake? I'd do that all day long if I could make a living from it. As it stands, I can't get this song out of my head for days after I hear it. I think about it at work. I wish I could wiggle wiggle. The song opens the album "Under the Red Sky," released in 1990. Honi soit qui mal y pense.

Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle like a gypsy queen
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle all dressed in green
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle ’til the moon is blue
Wiggle ’til the moon sees you

Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle in your boots and shoes
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, you got nothing to lose
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle like a swarm of bees
Wiggle on your hands and knees

Wiggle to the front, wiggle to the rear
Wiggle ’til you wiggle right out of here
Wiggle ’til it opens, wiggle ’til it shuts
Wiggle ’til it bites, wiggle ’til it cuts

Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle like a bowl of soup
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle like a rolling hoop
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle like a ton of lead
Wiggle—you can raise the dead

Wiggle ’til you’re high, wiggle ’til you’re higher
Wiggle ’til you vomit fire
Wiggle ’til it whispers, wiggle ’til it hums
Wiggle ’til it answers, wiggle ’til it comes

Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle like satin and silk
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle like a pail of milk
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, rattle and shake
Wiggle like a big fat snake