| It’s the tom tom tom beat of the medicine man
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| Driving the eyeyevil spirits back to a rhythmless land
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| Now it’s a layayptop and a microphone
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| Fifty thouwowosand watts and still going strong
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| You hear the bangbangbangin' of the drum machine
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| You can’t help bowowoouncin' like a Mexican jumping bean
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| Everyboyoyody has the urge to move
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| It’s like an owowocean swelling to the thundering groove
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| You got free will but you’re flesh and blood
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| You can’t stand still 'cause you’re flesh and blood
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| When that wall of sound hits you like a flash flood
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| Then you can’t stop moving 'cause you’re flesh and blood
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| There’s no resistance 'cause we’re flesh and blood
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| We go that distance 'cause we’re flesh and blood
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| When that wall of sound hits us like a flash flood
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| Then we keep on moving 'cause we’re flesh and blood
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| Now the crowowowd starts to move as one
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| You lose your miyiyind 'cause it’s so much primitive fun
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| You feel that rururumbling way down below
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| That synthesiyiyizer noise begins to grow and grow
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| It hypnotiyiyizes everyone in the room
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| Then the emcee drops it and the bottom goes boom
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| There ain’t a sowowoul isn’t covered in sweat
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| And the LEDs are flashing but it ain’t nearly over yet
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| You got free will but you’re flesh and blood
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| You can’t stand still 'cause you’re flesh and blood
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| When that wall of sound hits you like a flash flood
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| Then you can’t stop moving 'cause you’re flesh and blood
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| There’s no resistance 'cause we’re flesh and blood
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| We go that distance 'cause we’re flesh and blood
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| When that wall of sound hits us like a flash flood
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| Then we keep on moving 'cause we’re flesh and blood |