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