Date: Tue, 14 Oct 1997 10:52:31 -0500
To: dance-at-joes@uiuc.edu
From: "Sir Vikram V. Adukia I Esq." <adukia@uiuc.edu>
Subject: bust it

This is a tale for all the fellas
Try to do what those ladies tell us
Go up in the cage and your over-zealous
Hang on the floor, females get jealous

Ok, cutie
go to Joe's Brewery
People are dancing like it's a big party
Lots of cool people hanging around the bar
But you're standing on the wall like you were poindex*star

Next beers function
Inebriation
You are drunk and stone-cold bustin'
People look at you like they looking for something
So you do the dance where you be humpin'
A shot girl's walking
Guys start gawking
Walks up next to you and start talking
Asks if I want something blue that will fuck up you
So you know what to do just bust a move

You're on a mission, and you're wishin'
You can find an outlet for your drunken condition
Looking to groove in all the wrong places
No good spots just crowded spaces
>From frustration, first inclination
Is to just give up and leave the situation
But every big group has a spot or two
So you know what to do just bust a move.

New song's going, so you're showin'
Everyone on the floor how you be rollin'
Lighting is dark as you take the floor
Then you spot a fine woman coming through the door
She's dressed in yellow, she says "hello"
Come dance next to me you fine fellow
you run over there without a second to lose
And what comes next, hey bust a move.

Chorus:
        You had it
        You lost it
        You had it
        But, baby you lost it

When your grin is shitty
Ladies look pretty
Guys tell jokes and hope that they're witty
Tell a funny joke just to get some play
And she find out you're a nerd and runs away
Girls are dancin', not romancin'
They want a man who's a pretty boy prancin'
Got no flash so you got no girl
Then you just go home and watch wallpaper curl

You're life is simplilstic, not materialistic
But looking for a woman makes you opportunitistic
They're lying on the quad, perpetrating a tan
So that a brother who's a homie can be their man
So by grainger you're strollin, blades are rollin'
So broke you can't afford to even go bowlin'
A chick walks by trying to get through
So don't just stand there bust a move

Chorus

Your best friend Harry, knows some chick Carrie
And since she's not in CS, she can't be that scary
He's hoping to hook you up if he can
And from there on out, you'd be her man
You say neato, check your libido
And roll to her place in your cheap tuxedo
You go up to her apartment and knock on the door
And start to wonder what the night has in store
So you start thinking, and you start blinking
Then you start to worry that your BO is stinkin'
But then you realize that you're just paranoid
And that she's not going to be annoyed

Joes is jumpin', bass is pumpin'
Look at the girl and you're heart start thumpin'
Says she likes to dance and gets in her groove
So you know what to do, just bust a move



you know the drill, be there, 10:30

Vikram Adukia        adukia@uiuc.edu      http://www.uiuc.edu/ph/www/adukia
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