Hey, Mr. DJ,
Put a record on
I want to dance with my baby
And when the music starts
I never want to stop
It’s gonna drive me crazy
Music
Makes the people
Come together
Music
Makes the bourgeoisie
And the rebel
Don’t think of yesterday
And I dont’ look at the clock
I like to samba-reggae
It’s like riding on the wind
And it never goes away
Touches everything I’m in
Got to have it everyday
Music
Makes the people
Come together
Music
Makes the bourgeoisie
And the rebel
Do you like to samba-reagge?
Do you like to samba-reagge?
Do you like to samba-reagge?
Do you like my samba-reagge?
Hey, Mr. DJ,
Put a record on
I want to dance with my baby
And when the music starts
I never want to stop
It’s gonna drive me crazy
Music
Makes the people
Come together
Music
Makes the bourgeoisie
And the rebel
Don’t think of yesterday
And I dont’ look at the clock
I like to samba-reggae
It’s like riding on the wind
And it never goes away
Touches everything I’m in
Got to have it everyday
Music
Makes the people
Come together
Music
Makes the bourgeoisie
And the rebel
Do you like to samba-reagge?
Do you like to samba-reagge?
Do you like to samba-reagge?
Do you like my samba-reagge?
Music music music music
Samba samba samba
Samba samba samba
Samba samba samba