Ooh-ooh
Ah, ha, funky

Heard about the party now
Just east of harlem
Doug E going to be there
But you got to call him
Even the soldiers
Need a break sometimes
Listen to the groove, y'all
Let it unwind your mind
No intoxication
Unless you see what I see
Dancing hot and sweaty
Right in front of me (right in front of me)
Oh, call it what you like
I'm going to call it how it be
This is just another one of God's gifts
Musicology

You gotta keep the party movin'
Like I told you
Kick the old school joint, uh
For the true funk soldiers
Musicology, uh, look out
Wait, band

Wish I had a dollar
For every time they say
Don't you miss the feeling music gave you
Back in the day?
Let's groove, September
Earth, wind and fire
Hot pants by James
Sly is gonna take you higher
Minor keys and drugs
Don't make a roller skate jam
Take your pick, turntable, huh
Or a band? Lordy
If it ain't chuck d or jam master jay
Know what? They're losing
'Cause we got a phd in
Advanced body movin'

Keep the party movin'
Just like I told you
Kick the old school joint
For the true funk soldiers
Musicology (alright)

All right
Hold it down, band

Ah, get back move, get back
Don't you touch my stereo, these are my records
Don't touch, don't you ever touch (don't you ever)

Musicology
Musicology

Everybody get down, for the upstroke
Old-school joint for the true funk soldiers
(Ten-hut) good God
Keep the part, we keep, keep, keep the party movin'
Keep the party, we keep, keep (uh, don't stop dancin')
Keep, keep, keep the party movin'
Musicology
(Keep, keep, keep the party movin')

Oh, drummer man, ride on the van, huh
All the way to the crib

Keep the party movin' (huh)
Just like I told ya (that's who I'm talking about)
Kick the old-school joints (yeah, ah)
For the true funk soldiers (uh-huh, sing)
Musicology
For the true funk soldiers (good God)
Alright on the one, y'all

Don't you hear this old school joint?
Don't you ever touch my stereo

He said, I got good and plenty
Of what you need the most
And that's time

If I was your girlfriend
17 days
Uh, watch it now
Uh
Oh, yeah
Rockin' you coast to coast
Little red Corvette
Hip and lips, chips and whips