Sugarhill Groove

Yeah! Welcome to the party
Yeah! Welcome to the party
Yeah! Welcome to the party (to the boogie the bang bang the boogie)
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 it 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-L-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 on 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 a better combination 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?
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 Patty Duke 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 eyes

So, let’s change the beat to make her move her feet
With the help of technology
And let's stick to the Gang with a wave of the hand
And a simple 1, 2, 3

Dibby-dibba-bop-lada-di-da-da
Twidlee diddly do it and you 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 hippety the hop and don’t quit
Then you hip the hop and then you hop the hip
And then you hippety the hop and don’t stop
I'm just singin' on and on and on, on, and on
Like hot buttered pop, the pop, the pop
Hippie-dibby, pop-a-the-pop-pop
You do that rock and get right on down and gimme 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 we just start rapping to the beat
So come on

(Wait a minute)

First treble and bass, then high and low
We think we’re coming to someone's stereo
And if you don't know what's goin' on around
So 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 I know to rock real tight
Well, I was young and ate my Wheaties every single day
When I signed a record deal that made me chart
The groovy hip things I say
It’s the rhythm of WBGL that helped me sing my songs
So you can rock with this such channel
Uninterruptedly all night long
With the Sugarhill Gang you can get down on the floor
And don't stop until you feel the shame
Well, we’re the Gang bubbah, don’t you fret
Because you can bet that we can rap to the beat just the same

Dibby-dibba-bop-lada-di-da-da
Twidlee diddly do it and you do that rock
Well, I've carried two hundred girls off of my feet
I bet you know who’s that stings like a bee
It’s Wonder Mike and I’m ready
Gotta, gonna give you a hip and hug you a hop
I’ll take the hop and with the help of a water drop
Please don't compare me to other rappers
Until one day they told me you rock well
And they gave me confidence and comfortability

Dibby-dibba-bop-lada-di-da-da
Twidlee diddly do it, you do that rock
I’m the Master Gee, a man you know
A man who rocks in stereo
I've said hey diddle-diddle, the cat and the fiddle
Casey at the Bat and the dog in the middle
I’m gonna rock this mic to move these wings
Get up in the morning and do it again
I’m gonna hit you with rhymes you’ve never heard before
And dedicate them to the ladies that I adore
‘Cause I’m on the go, I’m on your mind
I'm the unlimited guarantee to shake your behind
To the beat, you don't stop
Rock the rhythm and I’ll make your body high
Get on down!
(C’mon, Gee)
(Hurry up Hank!)

Well, he’s featured on the drums and he came to stay
And he goes by the name of Tito Puente!

[Drum Break]

To the beat that makes you want to
To the beat that makes you want to
To the beat that makes you want to dance
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
Like Big Bank with the gangsta rock
To the boogie, to the boogie, be up jump the boogie
Babe baby keep to pip the pippie
Hippity-ba-hoppas who so-so socialize
Won’t you open up your ears and open up your eyes?
To find out wheter we'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 say move your feet

To the beat that makes you want to, sugar sugar sugar
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To the beat that makes you wanna dance, sugar sugar sugar
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To the beat that makes you wanna rock, sugar sugar sugar
To the beat that makes you rock the beat, sugar sugar sugar