| This here’s a jam for all the fellas | 
| Tryin to do what those ladies tell us Get shot down cause ya over-zealous | 
| Play hard to get females get jealous | 
| Okay smarty go to a party | 
| Girls are scantily clad and showin body | 
| A chich walks by you wish you could sex her | 
| But you’re standing on the wall like you was Poindexter | 
| Next days function high class luncheon | 
| Food they’re serving, you’re stone-cold munchin | 
| Music comes on people start to dance | 
| But then you ate so much you nearly split your pants | 
| A girl starts walking guys start gawking | 
| Sits down next to you and starts talking | 
| Says she wants to dance cause she likes to groove | 
| So come on fatso and just bust a move | 
| Verse Two: | 
| You’re on a mission and your wishin | 
| Someone could cure your lonely condition | 
| Lookin for love in all the wrongplaces | 
| No fine girls just ugly faces | 
| Some frustration first inclination | 
| Is to become a monk and leave the situation | 
| But every dark tunnel has a light of hope | 
| So don’t hang yourself, with a celibate rope | 
| Your movie’s showin, so you’re goin | 
| Could care less about the five you’re blowin | 
| Theater gets dark just to start the show | 
| Then ya spot a fine woman sittin in your row | 
| She’s dressed in yellow, she says Hello, | 
| come sit next to me you fine fellow. | 
| You run over there without a second to lose | 
| And what comes next hey bust a move | 
| Verse Three: | 
| In this city ladies look pretty | 
| Guys tell jokes so they can seem witty | 
| Tell a funny joke just to get some play | 
| Then you try to make a move and she says, No way | 
| Girls are fakin goodness sakin | 
| They want the man who brings home the bacon | 
| Got no money and you got no car | 
| Then you got no women and there you are | 
| Some girls are sadistic, materialistic | 
| Lookin for a man makes them opportunistic | 
| They’re lyin on a beach perpetrating a tan | 
| So a brother with the money can be their man | 
| So on the beach you’re strollin real high rollin | 
| Everything you have is yours and not stolen | 
| A girl runs up with somethin to prove | 
| So don’t just stand there bust a move | 
| Verse Four: | 
| Your best friend Harry has a brother Larry | 
| In five days from now he’s gonna marry | 
| He’s hopin you can make it there if you can | 
| Cause in the ceremony you’ll be the best man | 
| You say neat-o, check your libido | 
| And roll to the church in your new tuxedo | 
| The bride walks down just to start the wedding | 
| And there’s one more girl you won’t be getting | 
| So you start thinkin then you start blinking | 
| The bridesmaid looks and thinks that you’re winking | 
| She thinks your kinda cute so she winks back | 
| And now your feelin really firm cause the girl is stacked | 
| Reception’s jumpin faces pumpin | 
| You look at the girl and your heart starts thumpin | 
| Says she wants to dance to a different groove | 
| Now you know what to do just bust a move |