Lyrics by Floyd Kellogg
I dropped by, in the evening
because I heard, that you were leavin’
town tonight.
But of course, that I know
I could just, let you go
and that's alright........alright.
My poisionous, little woman
suckers me now, into comin’
to her place, I won't leave her
she needs a friend, and I believe her
when she says, that she's cryin’
over guys who do the whining
what the hell, well it's a Friday night now.
Time to get yourself up and getcha right out of the bed,
Time to make yourself feel good and get it out of your head,
People come and go I've heard it time and time and again,
Time to let yourself go, letcha feel the flow, letcha feel the flow..
While your spinning, on his finger
there is room for, something better
but its time for, you to choose a
better boy that will schmooz ya.
Maybe take ya, out to dinner
I'll pick you up, whine and dine ya
get the message, its not too late
start lookin’ for a brand new mate
but if its me you want to rock with then
don’t you come a-knockin’
to my door, cuz I'm poor
I'm a bore, I'm not what your lookin’ for.
In case you don't know now,
it is time for me to go girl
better days, soon will leave you.
If your gettin’ by passin’ time then you're better off dead,
whose to say I'm right, I'm just the guy that wants ya into the bed,
Maybe that’s a lie, I need an eye to look where I step,
Time to let yourself go, letcha feel the flow,......
Still goin' on a Friday night
I cruse the strip take a trip to the club satellite
with a pair of converse the tongues pulled tight
disco ball catch you all with the neon lights
so look up
there you are at the bar with a drink in your hand
I run away make my way to the door if I can
I'll catch you later on a later date
or you might have better luck with a smoother operator
So moving on to my next destination
take the time tofill my ride at the new gas station
cross the street there’s a rumble
from the bar called the jungle
I hear a band inside their about to cause some trouble with their bop
I feel the beat line drop the funky bass is in your
face wont let the dance party stop
I step inside a band called the Shibe is making waves
hear the craze I know this party feels right so I
bust it dance it kick in again
We'll be breaking new ground my friend
We'll be coming around again
Listen to the beat beat
Like Thelonious Monk you go plink, plink, plink
On the keys of my mind until I cannot think
About the words that hit the verse
Tie you up, fill your cup
Make you blind, I don't mind
That's enough and then we're done
We're talkin' about the present situation
Two cent words are makin’ more complications to our matter
I can't stand your mindless chatter
Let these words leave my brain while the groove is gettin’ fatter.
And so I jump on the dance floor
Makin’ moves, using styles that you've seen before
And the music’s feelin’ so natural
And your body’s feelin’ almost chemical
Still all it took was a smooth hip hop party
Ease my mind and make me feel lahdy-dahdy
I wasn't in the mood to jump, jive and fail
Yet the band kept me swingin' till it was time to set sail for the
Night, I'm up and on my way now.
