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