Groovy Ghost Show, Pt.1

Oh yeah, it's Casper the Groovy Ghost
Coming at ya live and in living color in stereo with the real thing at last
You see, I'm just a little bit of funk and a whole lot of soul
Rolled up inside one big chocolate Tootsie-Roll
Sweeter than candy, baby, and a whole lot more, check it out

Too hot to handle, too cold to burn
Too wrong to right, too old to learn
Too hard to bend, too strong to break
Too slick to slide, too real to fake
Too far ahead to lose the race
Too much in front for second place
Too popular to be unknown
So just call me on your telephone
And now if my number you don't know
You'll find it under "Stereo"
But don't look inside of the yellow pages
You'll have to use the mellow pages
'Cause mellowed out, without a doubt
Now is what I'm really all about
Inside your mind with little rhymes
Look for me there, you'll always find
That I am on the go
In a stere-ere-ere-ere-o

Now style and professionality
Top dog with originality
All go to prove I'm in the groove
Your disco personality
Now mares eat oats and does eat oats and the little lambs eat oatmeal
Just jump in the sack with Jill and Jack and I'll hip you to the real deal
I don't talk too little, don't talk too much
When it comes to saying rhymes and such
You know I've got the magic touch
Well I'll always come through in the clutch
No need to brag, no need to boast
See I'm number one from coast to coast
Like a hot butter on breakfast toast
It's cool with Casper the Groovy Ghost
You bring the key and I'll bring the lock
You bring the shoe and I'll bring the sock
Say pay no attention to that clock
Everybody just do that rock
With the hip and a hop and a little rhyme
And a rhythm, that's right on time
To put the wiggle in your behind
See I know that you're a friend of mine
If I were a king and you were a queen
I'd furnish you with Afro Sheen
Like Levi Strauss to a pair of jeans
I'm the best MC you've ever seen
Now up to the top, you see I've grown
Well I've passed the others you have known
With a clear and silky smooth voice tone
Well my raps are written in the stone
So watch out Frankie Crocker and Monty Hall
Take heed to my harmony
Come on girls, hit me one time

Dance!
Dance!
Dance!
Oh dance!
Dance!
Dance!
Dance!
Oh dance, dance, dance!

Well voulez-vous coucher
We parlez-vous français
Well we rocked the house in Paris, France now, but only for one day
Now when we tried to leave them, they all became dismayed
So they took away our passports just to try to make us stay
I said we're sorry we have to leave, all you people here in France
But we're on our way around the world to make other people dance
So we packed up my equipment and we loaded up our trunks
On a midnight flight to Egypt and made King Tut give up the funk
We continued on our journey, as we moved further down
We left Idi Amin Dada grooving to the funky sounds
Now everywhere we went we left the people in a trance
We ran the white man out of South Africa
Give the black folks there a chance
By the time we had completed our tour around the world
We had a fan club like you've never seen made of 20 million girls
Now I was a ladies man as many of you know
Well I've rocked with any lucky girl in stere-ere-o
But now I've changed my ways and I've slowed down on my fun
I'll only date 10 at a time instead of 21
My mother once had told me when I was very young
That if I wasn't careful, I'd wind up with a son
Well I listened to her well and to this very day
I only have 3 daughters with 2 more on the way
They're all saying:

Hip hop, skippity-bee-bop, we rock, in stereo
I said hip hop, skippity-bee-bop, we rock, we run the show
Now it's hip hop, skippity-bee-bop, we rock, in stereo
I said hip hop, skippity-bee-bop, we rock, I say didn't you know?

That some people have everything and other people don't
But everything, it don't mean a thing if it ain't the thing you want
Well you do, you do your do damn thing
I say you do it with finesse
'Cause when you do the do, we're watching you
So you try to do your best [?]
We continue on, to rock inside your mind
With a rhythm that's always right on time
Come on, give me some music one more time!

Don't you wanna dance?
Don't you wanna dance?
Don't you wanna dance?
Don't you wanna dance?
Don't you wanna dance?
Don't you wanna dance?
Don't you wanna dance?
Don't you wanna dance?

Now you want to be a millionaire
I said you want to make big bucks
So you go to work each and every single day
And you hope for some good luck
You go down the street to catch the bus
You're running late so you're in a rush
Monday morning just ain't no fun
When you're waiting for the bus and the bus don't come
You get on up, you go on home
You call up the job on the telephone
The boss gets mad, the next thing you find
You're standing on the unemployment line
They give you a hard time about your past
You tell everybody to kiss your ass
You leave that place without a care
You go downtown and get welfare
You save up your money for a week or so
And then you buy yourself a new stereo
Now if you're ever feeling low
Just turn me on the radio
It's the Casper the Groovy Ghost Show
On 107.9
That's W-E be-cool in the back of your mind
Now like a worm has a wiggle and girls have a giggle
Like a lickety-split is fast
Well like a door has a knob, a corn has a cob
Like a teacher has a class
And well there's a will there's a way
The [?] like two bulldogs who fight
And like a fly on shit, like a good toothpick
And like a DJ on the mic
Well like a cow has milk and a pig has sows
Just like a rabbit has a hop
Well like a boogie has a beat and a chair has a seat
Like a disco ride nonstop
Like a lion has a mane, a star has a fame
Like a talk show has a host
Like hot summer fun everything's on the one
With Casper the Groovy Ghost, ho!

Well clap your hands everybody
Everybody just clap your hands
Now move your body side to side
I said do it with a groovy glide
'Cause you know that you cannot hide
From the rhythm of the rapping man
So far they party hearty
Everybody just rock and roll
Then move your body up and down
Up to the sky, down to the ground
I said do it to the funky sounds in a stere-ere-o
Now others try to do my thing
But they don't have that groovy swing
To put you in to that soulful trance
And to make your body wanna dance
So listen to the Groovy Ghost and just give your ears a treat
And now let your inhibitions go and dance to the drummer's beat
Now some folks think my rap is good and I should go to Hollywood
But I'm the number one MC, they should bring Hollywood to me
But if I went, I'll tell you this, 'cause I want you all to know
That I'd stop in all the discotheques and I'd kindly steal the show
Well I know I shouldn't say this, but I'll tell you how I do it
With little rhymes in perfect time and a little bit of disco fluid
Well the beat goes on and on and on and on and on and on
It's just like a hot butter to pop the rock
Like a hot, hot butter popcorn
'Cause that corn ain't hot it surely won't rock
Come on and let me see you rock, and roll
And party down with so much soul
Well it's a groovy thing if you know how to swing
But if you don't baby doll well just pull my string
And then you rock to the rhythm of the beat
Come on everybody just do that [?] and you freak

Betcha wanna dance! I bet you wanna dance!
Betcha wanna dance! I bet you wanna dance!
Betcha wanna dance! I bet you wanna dance!
(Come on dance with me)
Betcha wanna dance! I bet you wanna dance!
(Come on dance with me)
Betcha wanna dance! I bet you wanna dance!
(Come on, come on, dance with me)
Betcha wanna dance! I bet you wanna dance!
(Come on, come on, dance with me)
Betcha wanna dance! I bet you wanna dance!