Go-Go music really makes us dance
Do the pony, puts us in a trance
Do what you see just give us a chance
That’s when we fall in line
'Cause we got the beat
We got the beat
We got the beat
Yeah, we got it
Out on the floor
There ain’t nobody there but us
Girl when you dance
There’s a magic that must be love
Just take it slow
'Cause we got so far to go
You gotta feel that heat
And we can ride the boogie
Share that beat of love
She can’t feel the heat
Comin’ off the street
She wants to party
She wants to get down
All she wants to do is
All she wants to do is dance
We want to multiply, are you gonna do it?
I know you’re qualified, are you gonna do it?
Don’t be so circumscribed, are you gonna do it?
Just get yourself untied, are you gonna do it?
Feel the heat pushing you to decide
Feel the heat burning you up, ready or not
Me mind on fire,
Me soul on fire
Feelin’ Hot Hot Hot!
All da people,
All around me
Feelin Hot Hot Hot!
Hot time,
Summer in the city,
Back of my neck feeling dirty and gritty…
Them summer days, those summer days
Rose: I “cloud nine” when I want to
Freddie: Out of school, yeah
Larry: County fair in the country sun
Sly: And everything, it’s true, ooh yeah
All: Hot fun in the summertime
Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
For once she was a true love of mine
On the side of a hill in the deep forest green
Tracing of sparrow on snow-crested ground
Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain
Sleeps unaware of the clarion call
Folk down there really don’t care, really don’t care
Don’t care, really don’t
Which, which way the pressure lies
So I’ve decided what I’m gonna do now
So I’m packing my bags for the Misty Mountains
(Where the spirits go now)
Over the hills where the spirits fly, oh,
I really don’t know
Go tell it on the mountain
Over the hills and everywhere
Go tell it on the mountain
Our Jesus Christ is born
Do I love you, my oh my? Oh baby
River deep, mountain high
If I lost you would I cry
Oh, how I love you, baby, baby, baby, baby
Wish that I was on ol’ Rocky Top
Down in the Tennessee hills
Ain’t no smoggy smoke on Rocky Top
Ain’t no telephone bills
Once I had a girl on Rocky Top
Half bear, other half cat
Wild as a mink, but sweet as soda pop
I still dream about that
Gonna fly now
Flyin’ high now
Gonna fly, fly, fly
Let’s go, let’s go, let go, let go,
Down to Juniors farm,
Where I wanna lay low,
How life, high life, let’s go, let go
Take me down to Juniors farm, let’s go…
I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more
No, I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more
Well, I wake up in the morning
Fold my hands and pray for rain
I got a head full of ideas
That are drivin’ me insane
Every Friday night there’s a steady cloud of dust
That leads back to a field filled with pickup trucks
Got old Hank crankin’ way up loud
Got coolers in the back, tailgates down
There’s a big fire burning, but don’t be alarmed
It’s just country boys and girls gettin’ down on the farm
Mamas, don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys.
Don’t let 'em pick guitars or drive them old trucks;
Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such.
Doctors and the lawyers
Or the business men
Keep me crawling on the floor with my head in my hands
Like a rhino on the street touching everyone
Or like a tiger cub
Fire up those chariots and give those children guns
I went home with a waitress the way I always do
How was I to know she was with the Russians, too?
I was gambling in Havana, I took a little risk
Send lawyers, guns, and money
Dad, get me out of this, hiyah!