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Don't you get me all that JIVE about things you wrote before I's |
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alive, |
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Cause this ain't 1823 ain't even 1970 |
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Now I'm the guy named Kurtis Blow and Christmas is one thing I know, |
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So every year, just about this time , I celebrate it with a rhyme: |
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Gonna shake it, gonna bake it, gonna make it good, |
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Gonna rock shock rock through your neighborhood. |
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Gonna ring it, gonna sing it till it's understood. |
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My rap's about to happen, like the knee you was slappin; |
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Or the toe you been tappin' on a hunk of wood. |
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'Bout a red suited dude, with a friendly attitude and a sleigh full |
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of goodies for for the people on the block. Got a long white beard, |
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maybe looks kind of weird, and if you ever seen him he could give a |
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quite shock. Now people let me tell ya about last year when the |
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dude came flying over here, Well the hawk was out the snow's on the |
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ground, folks stayed into party down. The beat was thumping on the |
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blcok, and I was dancing in my sockS, and the drummer played at a |
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solid pace, and a taste of the base was in my face. And the guitar |
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laid down a heavy layer of the funky junky rhythm of the |
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disco Beat. And the guy with the 88 started to participate, and I |
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could Sure appreciate it sound so sweat. |
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We were all in the mood so we had a little food, and a joke, and a |
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smoke, and a little bit of wine, when I thought I heard a hoof on |
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Top of the roof. Could it be or was it me, I was feeling super |
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fine. So I went to the attic where I thought heard the static |
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on a chance that the prance was somebody breaking in. But the |
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noise on the top was a reindeer clop, Just a trick St. Nick, and I |
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let the sucker in. |
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He was roly, he was Poly and not the holy moly, you got a lot of |
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whiskers on your chinny, chin, chin. He allowed, he was proud of |
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the hairy little crowd on the point of the door where the skin |
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should've been. |
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Get's cool for a fool throwin' out every you for a day on sleigh |
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where the cold winds blow. So the beard maybe cleared |
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But I never have a cheered cause it's warm in the storm when it's |
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ten below |
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I said you're right it's cold tonight, |
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Can you stop for a drop before you go? |
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He said why not if the music'S hot and I'll chance a dance beneath |
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the mistletoe. |
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So he went downstairs and forgot his cares and he rocked the spot |
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and danced like a |
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pro |
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And every young girl tried to rock his world |
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But he boogie oogie oogied till he had to go |
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And before he went this fine old gent |
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Finding gifts went to sift through his big red bags |
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In the top for the bottom he reached in and got toys ?-------? on a |
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girls flat rag |
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And the grownups got some presents too |
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A new TV and a stere-u. A new Seville 'bout as blue as the sky |
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The best that money couldn't buy |
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Cause money could never ever buy the feelin |
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the one that comes from not concealin |
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The way you feel about your friends |
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and this is how the story ends |
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The dude ya reads back at the pole |
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Up north where everything is cold |
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but if he were right here tonight |
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he'd say merry Christmas and to all a good night |
