| Why have a song if you ain’t gonna sing?
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| Make a move, do your thing
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| It don’t really matter if you’re out of tone
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| So enjoy yourself all afternoon
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| I’m putting my foot down
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| I swing my thing back around
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| And play my favorite tune
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| That we’ve begun, that I know
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| Wipe up the shoes if you ain’t gonna dance
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| Free your mind, take a chance
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| What are you doing? |
| Just hanging around
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| Show your hip — go down town
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| I’m putting my foot down
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| I swing my thing back around
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| And play my favorite tune
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| That we’ve begun, that I know
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| I’ll bet you sooner than later
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| Head out in of the sand
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| Stop lying in the ghetto
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| Sipping whiskey with my crackers and spill
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| Why wear the ring if it ain’t gonna shine
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| Tell your man you’re worth doing
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| Why ever hide it? |
| It ain’t gonna buzz
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| Kiss and hide in fear his love
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| I’m putting my foot down
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| And swing my thing back a.
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| I’m putting my foot down
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| And switch this hit back a.
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| And blame my own damn tone
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| Though really that man I know |