"Musicology" lyrics
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
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
Writer(s): Prince Rogers Nelson
