As my mind worships the rhythm
and the guitar creates the mayhem.
All in sync, all in control.
As the beat comes in and fills my soul.
Feel that deep down bass.
The rhythm of a booming human race.
Black or white .
Day or night.
Bass is king, the overt one.
So get up, get up, get up dance and have some fun.

A flowing tempo transformed into a groove.
A way we all flow letting it all smoothly move.
While all the fronts put up a show.
and this need to dance comes to grow.
Move your baby close to face
and bump and grind to this bass.
I don't care of your rolling or strolling.
Pick up your feet and get high to this beat.
this isn't no milk or cookie, rubbing up to that nookie.
Wondering if she's here to go home with you
and maybe get a taste of something new.
So stomp the feet if you know this beat
Disco siren if you aren't tiren.
it's a long night till the dawn early light
rolling round the room with a bizounce and a beat
so get up and get down and move them feet.
Don't move too slow or you might lose your edge.
So don't slip on this tripping and falling ledge.
Get out of your shell and your inner shyness hell.
Walk up, talk up, don't put up no show
and maybe if your lucky she'll let you get the go.
So don't be afraid of what she might say
because it isn't going to mean anything a decade from today.
if she decides and says skizat
and you don't the number and get no cat.
then maybe it was for the best
and she's just like the rest.
One to be left untold and unsold
the meat market of bass
and love in the human race...

04/12/1999

Posted on 12/16/2003
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