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This here's jam for all the fellows |
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Try to do what those ladies tell us |
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Get shot down 'cause you're overzealous |
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Play hard to get and females get jealous |
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Okay smarty, go to a party |
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Girls are scantily clad and showing body |
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A chick walks by you wish you could sex her |
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But you're standing on the wall like you were |
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Poindexter |
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Next days function, high class luncheon |
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Food is served and you're stone cold munchin' |
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Music comes in, people start to dance |
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But 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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You're on a mission, and you're wishing |
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Someone could cure your lonely condition |
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Looking for love in all the wrong places |
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No fine girls, just ugly faces |
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From 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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New movies showing, so you're going |
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Could care less about the fie you're blowing |
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Thester gets dark just to start the show |
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Then you spot a fine woman sitting 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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In the 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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Girls are fakin', goodness sake and |
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They want a man who grings home the bacon |
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Got no money and you got no car |
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Then you got no woman, and there you are |
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Some girls are sadistic, materialistic |
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Looking for a man makes them opportunistic |
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They're lying on the beach perpetrating a tan |
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So that a brother with money can be their man |
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So on the beach you're strolling-real high rollin' |
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Everything you have is yours and not stolen |
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A girl runs up with something to prove |
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So don't just stand there, Bust A Move |
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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 hoping 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 neato, 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 te wedding |
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And there's one more girl you won't be getting |
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So you start thinking, then you start blinking |
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A bride maid looks and thinks that you're winking |
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She thinks you're kind of cute so she winks back |
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And now you're feeling kind of firm 'cause the girl is stacked |
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Receptions jumping, bass is pumping |
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Look at the girl and your heart starts thumping |
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Says she wants to dance to a different groove |
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So don't ust stand there, Bust A Move |
