Lyrics Musicology - Prince
Heard
about
the
party
now
Just
east
of
Harlem
Dougie's
gonna
be
there
But
you
got
to
call
him
(call
him)
Even
the
soldiers
Need
a
break
sometimes
Listen
to
the
groove
ya'll
Let
it
unwind
your
mind
No
intoxication
Unless
you
see
what
I
see
Dancin'
hot
an'
sweaty
Right
in
font
of
me
(right
in
front
of
me)
Oh,
call
it
what
you
like
I'm
gonna
call
it
how
it
be,
fact
This
is
just
another
one
of
God's
gifts
Musicology
Gotta
keep
that
party
movin'
Like
I
told
you
Kick
the
old
school
joint
For
the
true
funk
soldiers
Musicology
I
wish
I
had
a
dollar
For
every
time
you
say
Don't
you
miss
the
feeling
music
gave
ya
Back
in
the
day?
Let's
groove,
September
Earth,
Wind
and
Fire
Hot
pants
by
James
Sly's
gonna
take
you
higher
Minor
keys
and
drugs
Don't
make
a
rollerskate
jam
Take
your
pick
- turntable
or
a
band?
Lord,
if
it
ain't
Chuck
D
Or
Jam
Master
Jay
Know
what?
They're
losin'
'Cause
we
got
a
PhD
in
advanced
body
movin'
Keep
the
party
movin'
Just
like
I
told
you
Kick
the
old
school
joint
For
the
true
funk
soldiers
Musicology
Alright
Hold
it
down,
band
Ah,
get
back,
get
back
Don't
you
touch
stereo
This
is
my
records
Don't
touch
Don't
you
ever
touch
This
is
my
records
Musicology
Musicology
Let
the
party
get
out,
no
options
Old
school
joint
for
the
true
funk
soldiers
Hands
up,
get
goin'
Keep
the
party,
keep
the
party
movin'
Keep
the
party,
keep,
keep
Don't
stop
dancing
Keep,
keep,
keep,
keep
the
party
movin'
Keep
Musicology
Keep,
keep,
keep,
keep
the
party
movin'
Keep
the
party
movin'
Just
like
I
told
you
(that's
what
I'm
talkin'
about)
Kick
the
old
school
joint
(yes)
For
the
true
funk
soldiers
Musicology
For
the
true
funk
soldiers
(Hands
up)
Alright
Hold
the
money
ya'all
Don't
you
hear
us,
old
school
joint?
Don't
you
ever
touch
my
stereo
He
said
I
got
good
and
plenty
Of
what
you
need
the
most
And
that's
time
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