Get busy, let out the misery. But the move while I m.c. Shake your booty 'til you cave walls in. We've just begun, so begin. Just rock and we'll do the rollin'. If you're standin' get goin'. 'Cause this ain't a funeral home. It's a club, so get on the dance floor. Don't mock it you can't stop it. We took the beat like your head and chopped it. Everybody move your body! Throw your hands in the air. Let the rhythm of the music control. How you dance ain't wrong or right. Get up and dance, get up. The rhythm written for strictly deep incisions. Describe your problem and we'll fill out a prescription. Take notes or hang on the end of a rope. You're liverwurst and onions, We're droppin' bad habits. I'm talkin' critics shootin' dope. And we supple 'em like addicts. I suppose we got the right stuff. No we're not the new kids...