I can’t dance
To that rhythm that you’re been playing
That style is over
Sold out and atting
Datting back and, yo, what’s up?
We used to shake it up, how dare you
Ever care to play that trash?
You better prepare to go away
No more til for that chat
Cos I can’t dance for that

(chorus)
I can’t dance
To that music you’re playing
Stop, think it over the rhythm that you do
I can’t dance
To that music you’re playing
You better get yourself together
You better do it soon

I need a rhythm
To be hype and thumping
I want it hot
Like it’s chugging from an over
I wanna be dancing and moving
Betty Boo on the mic and oing the business
So get with this
Doing this in the flesh
And you just can’t resist
From hosing and going out every night
And Betty Boo’s quite irritated
You’re terminated
My mind’s made up, can’t be persuaded
It lacks that certain push, that certain bread
I’ve had neough, yes, I want to cuss
So take your crusty beats with you
And dust, cos lately
You ain’t been up to scratch
And I can’y dance for that

(chorus)

Boogie
Came to your door, said you were busy
You had a visit from your aunt Lizzy
So what we did
Was we postponed our dope beat session
Till she’d flown home
So I though I’d pratice all by myself
But I realised I’d left
My lyrics file on your shelf
I couldn’t believe at what I found
Saw you and aunt Lizzy getting on down
You can’t imagine at what i saw
It wasn’t aunt OLizzy but a cheap dumb broad
That was the last straw, wouldn’t take no more
Walked out the door, what tould I stay for?
He lied, but never tried more interested
In a bit on the side
But never mind, I’ve got better things to do
So all my best wishes, from Betty Boo

(chorus)

I can’t dance
To that music you’re playing
(I can’t dance, no, baby)
Stop, think it over the rhythm that you do
(I can’t dance to the rhythm that you do)
I can’t dance
To that music that you’re playing
(I can’t dance, no, baby)
You better get yourself together
You better do it soon

I can’t dance to that