I once had a surprisingly long argument with someone on the following question:
In the lyric “I want to fuck you like an animal,” which partner is being compared to an animal?
You’re supposed to jump up, jump up and then get down. Doing these things in the right order is very important!
Hamlet, you’re brilliant!
See this is one of the points where I have trouble. My job requires that I spend hours filling out reports using Microsoft Excel. So, I suppose Microsoft Excel is my Money Maker. How do I shake Microsoft Excel???
Violently!
I wonder how the Miracles’ “Love Machine” that “don’t work for nobody but you” factors in?
Then there’s the Jacksons’ “Dancing Machine” who’s “super bad now”.
Then Michael Sembello comes along with his “Automatic Man” whose "…atomic heart, It has learned to feel. He cries electric tears; "
Where’s a Bladerunner when you need one?
Well, if you’re James Brown maybe it has to do with being arrested for wife-beating?
Er, I believe that’s get up and boogie.
Oh, and in order to reach a state in which your partner is asking for more, more, more, you must first ascertain how he likes his love. I believe this is done by asking “Ooooooh, how do you like your love?”
As to the issue of shaking my groove thing, I’m not exactly sure what a “groove thing” is, whether I have one, and the possible injuries I could sustain as a result of shaking it.
Until I’ve done some further research on the issue, I’ll stick to shaking my bootie. At least I know where my bootie is, and how hard I can shake it without hurting myself.
Switch to Lotus 1-2-3.
Hold on there!
I distinctly recall being instructed to “Lay down and boogie” prior to playing that funky music til I die.
Damn. This is all so confusing…
Upon further research (I happen to own that particular Wild Cherry album), I have ascertained that this advice is applicable only to Caucasian rock and roll singers who have experienced a conversion to funk. It is generally preceded by people dancin’, and singin’, and movin’ to the groovin’. Then, just when it hits you, somebody will turn around and shout “Play that funky music, white boy!”
Yet another example of why I love this place. 
Over troubled water, maybe?
As it happens, I do fit the profile of the sterotypical “white boy”… and I have gotten funky in the past (though, admittedly, it mostly involved not taking a shower for 3 or 4 days).
Also, I do play guitar; and can plunk out a mean version of Greensleaves with only minor errors and mis-frettings… will that fit the imperative of “play that funky music, white boy”? If not, what are my alternatives? Must I study? Or am I simply doomed to a life of un-groovatude?
I shall sleep poorly tonight… 
right on
right on
right on
right on
right on
right on
right on
right on
right on
right on.
Hey, we had our mojo working, and she went and turned into Johanna! :smack:
Yes, but very carefully. Otherwise you may find that you’ve fallen and you can’t get on up.
I used to be confused about this very issue, but wasn’t prepared to find fault in my limited understanding.
First I blamed it on the sunshine. Must have been getting in my eyes or something. This proved to be fruitless.
Then I blamed it on the moonlight. It is a well known fact that no end of mysterious things happen during full moons, not least the strange hair growth and canine teeth. But again, I was barking up the wrong tree.
Next I layed the blame at the feet of the Good Times. I’d read about this virus on the internet and it seemed like just the kind of think that may set out to deliberately confuse. But alas, no, it was not to blame.
Lastly I blamed the boogie. Success! It would seem that the boogie is indeed the one at fault. All along it was the one preventing not only me getting on up, but amazingly, also down. (c.f. Einstein. All movement is relative.)
Just so you all know.
Unfortunately, since reaching this dramatic revelation I have been struck with a debilitating illness that affects my lower limbs and my feet in particular. I just can’t, I just can’t (I also have developed a nervous speech tick) control my feet.
Can anyone help me?
I’d blame it on the rain, Futile Gesture.
Yes. Then, put out your tongue, put your hand in the air and make a peace sign like you just don’t care.
Astroboy14 - a life of un-groovatude seems inevitable at this point - not only is Greensleeves hopelessly un-funky, but…well, you misspelled it…
As for Getting it on Up and Staying on the Scene like a Sex Machine, the real question is - is this about the horizontal bop or bringing all the boys to the yard? To my ears, this is a Do Fried Go with That Shake situation - where a attitude is everything when you are on the dance floor…
As and for the bridge - this ain’t no Mapquest thing. This is about knowing WHO and HOW to ask - the person you must ask is Maceo*. And you must ask Maceo in the following style:
“MACEO!!!”
“what?”
“MACEO!!!”
“say what?”
“Take me to the bridge - heeeyyyyyyyy!!!”
“break it down!”
*Maceo Parker, The Godfather of Soul’s longtime sax player…