Do The Get Down Songtext
von The Jon Spencer Blues Explosion
Do The Get Down Songtext
Come on now, everybody
Get down
That's what we got to do
We got
When I think about a beautiful man getting down
Short dress pants and short sleeve shirt
Get to work right now, upon that stage
The worlds oldest teenager
Clown pants but no ass kissing
What up? You don't know what you been missing
There's a brand new dance that's going around
Get with it
We got to do it now
Get down
That's what we got to do
We got
First you drop the moves
Your time in the front
Put your arm back quick and end with a bump
Acting cool was so last year
Zamboda baby, is that clear?
Ay man, work got change
Think you're so good looking you got to explain
Ah fellas, you got to realise that's the funkiest man alive
Yeah
Alright
That man
Get down
Ohh uh
I feel my body enlarge
Can you dig it?
Somebody scream, somebody stomp their feet
Somebody got their palms on this greasy beat
I will find out and then collect
Come on you turkey necks
It's in there like Ragu
It ain't who you know, but who knows you
Like dog, chicken, penguin
Aw yeah
Push
Pull
Itch and scratch are you ready?
Yeah
Oh, come on now
Get down
Uh
That's what we got to do
Rock
Get down
That's what we got to do
We got
When I think about a beautiful man getting down
Short dress pants and short sleeve shirt
Get to work right now, upon that stage
The worlds oldest teenager
Clown pants but no ass kissing
What up? You don't know what you been missing
There's a brand new dance that's going around
Get with it
We got to do it now
Get down
That's what we got to do
We got
First you drop the moves
Your time in the front
Put your arm back quick and end with a bump
Acting cool was so last year
Zamboda baby, is that clear?
Ay man, work got change
Think you're so good looking you got to explain
Ah fellas, you got to realise that's the funkiest man alive
Yeah
Alright
That man
Get down
Ohh uh
I feel my body enlarge
Can you dig it?
Somebody scream, somebody stomp their feet
Somebody got their palms on this greasy beat
I will find out and then collect
Come on you turkey necks
It's in there like Ragu
It ain't who you know, but who knows you
Like dog, chicken, penguin
Aw yeah
Push
Pull
Itch and scratch are you ready?
Yeah
Oh, come on now
Get down
Uh
That's what we got to do
Rock
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