Everything that Moves, Including The Hand Up Your Pants

The Ear used to have this riff I half-understood. Move, he'd say. I'd get out of my chair, thinking he wanted it. No, Move. Be Mobile. Keep Moving. Keep jingling around, something might be gaining on you. Get A Move On. That part was easy enough. Then he'd start in about Everything That Moves. Not Anything, he'd always remind me. Anything is just sloppy. Everything is a strict policy. It's got to be Everything or Nothing At All. He'd read me this poem by John Ashbery, The Songs We Know Best, and emphasize the line "It's the worm inside the jumping bean that makes it race". (He also showed a fondness for the next couplet: "Too often when you thought you'd be showered with confetti/what they flung at you was a plate of hot spaghetti".) To this point I was still with him, sort of. Then he'd start in about the puppets. It's Not Who You Move, But Who Moves You. He'd wiggle his fingers at me lasciviously. That's when I tended to change the subject.

The T.S.U. Toronadoes - My Thing Is A Moving Thing

The Verlaines - You Cheat Yourself of Everything That Moves

Golden Gate Jubilee Quartet - Everything Moves By The Grace of God

Meat Puppets - On The Move

Kermit and Fozzie - Movin' Right Along