Some like this and some like that And some don't know where it's at If you don't get loose, If you don't groove Well, your motor won't make it And your motor won't move Easy come, easy go Any way the wind blows If time don't tell you then don't ask me

I've had enough bad love Oh what a feeling I get when I'm with you You take my heart into everything you do And it makes me sad for the lonely people I walked that road for so long Now I know that I'm one of the lucky people Your love is making me strong

Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle Just a little bit Now make it clap You know what to do with that big fat butt Hot damn it Your booty like two planets Go head, and go ham sandwich Woah, I can't stand it 'Cause you know what to do with that big fat butt

Get down little mama, get down little mama Bang-bang-bang, skeet-skeet-skeet Would you do it for me? (Would you do it for me?) Make it swang, like a chain Then let me (clap somethin') Get down little mama If you gon' do it for him, better do it for me

Don't you know we're riding with the king? Get on a TWA to the promised land. I dreamed I had a good job and I got well paid. I blew it all at the penny arcade. A hundred dollars on a Kewpie doll. No pretty chick is gonna make me crawl. Every woman,

It's late in the evening; she's wondering what clothes to wear She'll put on her make-up and brushes her long blonde hair And then she asks me, do I look all right? And I say, yes, you look wonderful tonight We go to a party and everyone turns to see

Biggie bounce, biggie bounce, biggie bounce Biggie, biggie, biggie, biggie (Biggie bounce) Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back Make it clap, make it clap, She gotta face on her like Lisa Ray Get the players club with the Frito-Lay Nigga try me

And it makes me so angry I can feel your body When I'm lying in bed There's too much confusion Going around through my head To know that the flame still burns Why can't I get over? When will I ever learn?

I make Rock 'n' Roll records I sell 'em for a dime I make my living and, feed my children All in your good time The Blues they go for a quarter Is guaranteed to satisfy It's a real, funky deal Don't let it pass you by If your evening sun don't shine, my

Shorty she like to pop ass high Popped her way up to first class high She clap-clap-clap-clap-clap, she drop it low Then she clap-clap-clap-clap-clap, down to the floor Shake that ass girl, make that coochie wet With your electric body, we found