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Jan 2015
Gimme a funky bassline
Slap that thing like it stole your money
Bring in the sax just right
Get on the floor and bring a honey
Cause we got

Music flowin'
******* blowin,
Everybodies vibin
With the love they're showin

Take your hats off to the band
and give them the respect to dance
When you hear that funky music
Cause It might be your last chance

So get up, down,
round and round
Make a noise complaint out of this town
So get up, down
round and round,
got kick drums by the pound,
So get up, down,
Round and round
Rock this place, to the ground!
Oh, let me give it to ya

Guitars soundin' real real clean,
Good God almighty, it's a party scene
I couldn't find this in my dreams
Let's rip this house down at the seams!

So get up, down,
round and round
Make a noise complaint out of this town
So get up, down
round and round,
got kick drums by the pound,
So get up, down,
Round and round
Rock this place, to the ground!
Oh, let me give it to ya
Ronnie James Corbin
Written by
Ronnie James Corbin  Dayton, Ohio
(Dayton, Ohio)   
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