Sugarhill Groove

Yeah! Welcome to the party

Yeah! Welcome to the party

Yeah! (To the biggity-bang-bang the boogie) Welcome to the party

Yeah! Welcome to the party

Well, I'm Wonder Mike and I'm ready

Yeah, I mean ready to rock the house

And I'm Big Bank Hank and I'm ready, baby doll

And I'm ready to shock the house

And of course it's me, the Master Gee

I said ladies you know I'm ready

Dibby-dibba-bop-lada-di-da-da

Twidlee diddly do and you do that rock

I said you do that rock, now

Then you hear the guitar and then the bass

Then hit that chord that'll shake this place

S-U-G-A-R-H-I-double L

We go by the name of The Sugarhill Gang and that's how it's spelled!

(Check it out!) Just freak it to the rhythm and don't stop

Just freak it to the rhythm and don't quit

Just freak it to the rhythm and don't move

'Cause this is known to be the Sugarhill Groove, get down!

Come on, and get down

To the boogie to the boogie the up jump the boogie to the

Now sugar, let me have a little bit of your time

Sugarhill say you need to relax your mind

Let your spirit go, and your body be free

All we're here to do is make you party!

Till you're going down with the help of the Gang

So get off, and do your own kinda thing

I say don't be scared to let down your hair

'Cause this is the Sugarhill Gang affair

We say you rock and you don't stop

You go on and you do the rock

So you feel the bass and then feel the highs

We're better, comin' at you, than salt and french fries

Turn the boogie around, you got franks and beans

Check it out everyone, as we start to sing:

You can't get enough of that Sugarhill, Sugarhill, Sugarhill

You can't get enough of that Sugarhill, that makes you do the freak!

Hey Mike, do you see that girl over there?

Who, the one with the long black pretty hair?

I don't know about you but I'm going to see

Maybe she might do the bad and do it with me

Now no one else is with her, and I'm telling you no lie

That there's beams of light sparkling in her hair, and a flicker in her eye

So let's change the beat to make her move her feet

So if you lower that allergy [?]

And let's kick up the band with a wave of a hand, and a simple 1, 2, 3

Dibby-dibba-bop-lada-di-da-da

Twidlee diddly do it, do that rock

Now there's a reason why I rock all the season with a little a touch of savoir faire

'Cause I am down with the Sugarhill Gang and we rock with pin-point flair

First you hip the hop and then hop the hip

And then you hippit the hop and don't quit

Then you hip the hop and then you hop the hip

And then you hippit the hop and don't stop

Just on and on and on, on, on and on

Like hot butter the pop, the pop, the pop

Hippie-dibby, pop-a-the-pop-pop

You do that rock and get right on down and give me what you got

Stop!

Before it gets too hot now

Now, why in the world did you do that for?

Everybody in this spot was begging for more

Now, both of you know we have to hit the streets

And you just start rapping to the beat

So come on

(Wait a minute)

First things first, first high then low

We think we're coming to someone's stereo

And if you're thinking what I'm thinking someone's around

To check us out when we throw down!

Young ladies, young ladies, young ladies drive me crazy!

We go back and forth, and forth and back

We're The Sugarhill Gang, we take no smack

We don't wear diamond rings and drive big cars

But the people just treat us like movie stars

We're just three young rappers who want to be known

As professional magicians of the microphone

Well I'm Big Bank, rhymes are my game

And soon I'll be elected to the hall of fame

Like a lime to a lemon, a cherry to a plum

We won't stop rappin' till we all get some!

Wonder Mike, it's on you

You're the freak of the night, so what you wanna do?

Just give me the mic in the middle of the night

And I'll show you how to rock real tight

When I was young I ate my Wheaties every single day

But it wasn't the Wheaties that helped me jerk

But groovin' the things I say

It's the rhythm of WBGL that helped me sing my song

So you can rock with such finesse to the devil beat all night long

If you do the mad dance and you get on the floor

And you decide to put the boogie to shame

Well, the Baby bubbah, don't you fret because you'll come back

To that the other boogie, people'll do the same

Dibby-dibba-bop-lada-di-da-da

Twidlee diddly do it, do that rock

Well I counted to a hundred and now I'm through

Bet you know who's rappin' to the groove

It's Wonder Mike and I'm ready, young brother

Gonna give you a hip and hug you a hop

I'll take the hop and with the help of a pop

You know I'm coming to the top alley bop

Leavin' you a tip that turns into a hip

And and then you stomp it to a freaking scholarship

Dibby-dibba-bop-lada-di-da-da

Twidlee diddly do it, do that rock

I'm the Master Gee, a man you know

A man who rocks in stereo

I said hey diddle-diddle, the cat and the fiddle

We let in a bat and a dog and a middle

I'm gonna rock this mic to who knows when

Get up in the morning and do it again

I'm gonna hit you with rhymes you've never heard before

And direct them to the lady that I adore

'Cause I'm on the go, I'm on your mind

All I'm here to do is shake your behind to the beat

You don't stop

Rock the rhythm that'll make your body rock

Break it on down!

(Come on, party angel) [?]

Well, he's featured on the drums and he came to stay

And he goes by the name of Tito Puente!

To the beat that makes you want to

A-to the beat that makes you want to

A-to the beat that makes you want to dance

A-come on, young ladies let's take a chance

Dibby-dibba-bop-lada-di-da-da

Twidlee diddly do it, do that rock

To the beat that makes you want to

To the beat that makes you want to

I'm like a double stack mac at twelve o'clock

We're like Big Bang but with the gangsta rock

To the boogie to the boogie be up jump the boogie to the...

Hippity-ba-hoppas who so-so socialize

Won't you open up your ears and open up your eyes?

To find out whether you're qualified, and one more thing, we're all the way live

Like a lime to lemon, a lemon to a lime

You can give me your number 'cause I got a dime

Like a tick to a tock, a drip to a drop, like snap, crackle to the pop

When I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a funky beat, I rap and tell no lies

'Cause the way I spell relief you know it's P-A-R-T-Y!

Like a lemon to a lime, a lime to a lemon

Got a black book filled with all the fly women

Tweedle-di-dee or Tweedle-di-dum

Hear the tight pitter-patter of a big bass drum

Baby stand on the rhythm of the big top beat

While I snap my fingers and tap my feet

To the beat that makes you want to... sugar sugar sugar!...

To the beat that makes you wanna dance, sugar sugar sugar!

To the beat that makes you want to... sugar sugar sugar!...

To the beat that makes you wanna rock, sugar sugar sugar!

To the beat that makes you rock the beat, sugar sugar sugar!