Musicology sing and play along

Ooh.

Heard about the party now just east of Harlem.

Doug E gon' be there, but you got to

call him.

Even the soldiers need a break sometimes.

Listen to the groove, y'all;

let it unwind your mind.

No intoxication unless you see what I see

dancin' hot and sweaty right in front of me.

Oh, call it what you like;

I'm 'a call it how it be.

This is just another one of God's gifts:

musicology. Got to keep the party movin' like I told you,

kick the old school joint

for the true funk soldiers.

Musicology.

Wait a minute, band.

Wish I had a dollar for ev'ry time they say,

"Don't you miss the feeling music gave you back in the day?"

Let's groove:

September. Earth, Wind and Fire.

Hot Pants by James.

Sly's gon' take you higher.

Minor keys and drugs don't make a roller skate jam.

Take your pick- turntable or a band?

Lord, if it ain't Chuck D.

or Jam Master (Jay), know what?

They're losin' 'cause we got a

P. H.

D. in advanced body moving.

Keep the party movin'

just like I told you.

keep the old school joint for the true funk soldiers.

Musicology.

Hold it down, band.

Don't touch.

Don't you ever touch.

These are, these are, these are,

these are my records.

Musicology.

Musicology.

MusiEv'rybody get down.

on the upstroke.

Old school joint for the true funk soldiers.

Ten hup.

Good God!

Keep the pakeep, keep, keep the party moving.

Keep the party,

keep, keep, uh!

(Don't stop dancin'.)

Musicology.

Keep, keep, keep the party movin'.

Troublemaker, ride her to bed huh,

all the way to the crib.

Keep the party movin' just like I told you.

Keep the old school joints

for the true funk soldiers.

Sing! Musicology.

For the true funk soldiers.

(Good God!)

On the one, y'all.

He said, "I got good and plenty of what you need the most,

and that's time."