Lyrics
words to study
Blow horns you sure sound pretty
Your violins keep moving to the nitty gritty
But when you hear the scratch of the guitars scratchin'
Then you know that rhythm carries all the action
Turn the beat around
Love to hear percussion
Turn it upside down
Love to hear percussion
Love to hear it
Flute player, play your flute, 'cause
I know you want to get your thing off
But you see, I've made up my mind about it
It's got to be the rhythm, no doubt about it
And when the guitar player starts playing
That syncopated rhythm
With the scratch, scratch, scratch
Makes you want to move your body, yeah yeah yeah
