| On the Southside of Chicago
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| Bobby boogie as the people
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| Watch him dance step on the floor
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| Ain’t no match, you can
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| Catch him some night dancing
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| And the people in the disco
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| Cheer for more
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| And the music’s fine
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| He’s the greatest dance star
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| He’ll blow your mind
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| Well, it’s hard to stay on top
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| When you can’t stop, no
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| You’re number one, yeah
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| You’re number one, yeah
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| You know, yeah
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| You’re number one, yeah
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| Now Jimmy’s dressed in satin
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| Laced with diamonds
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| And he has moves just like
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| A tiger in the night
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| In every disco up in Frisco
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| They’re dancing
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| His moves are strong
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| To every song
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| And the number one
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| He had to know
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| So he challenged Bobby
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| On a TV show
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| Like the?, got the stuff
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| Got to show your stuff, yeah
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| When you’re number one, yeah
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| You’re number one, yeah
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| You know, yeah
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| You’re number one, yeah
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| People cleared the floor
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| To let the dance begin
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| Bobby moved and glided
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| I thought his moves
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| Would never end
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| Jimmy turned and twisted
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| As the ladies watched him dance
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| His feet, they weaved
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| That magic spell
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| Put the crowd out in a trance
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| Everybody, everybody was looking
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| The music, the music, the music
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| The music was cooking
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| Those fast feet
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| Hips and hands were moving
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| And somehow when that
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| Smoke got cleared away
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| Jimmy was on the floor dancing
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| And Bobby had simply
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| Faded away
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| So if you think
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| That you’re number one
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| You can’t claim the title
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| Til the dance is done
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| You’re always gonna
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| Make yourself a target
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| To every new kid
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| Who comes to town
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| He’s waiting to meet you
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| At some disco
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| When you’re number one
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| They try to shoot you down
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| When you’re number one, yeah
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| You’re number one, yeah
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| You know, yeah
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| You’re number one, yeah |