Bom, bom, bom
Tiddley bom
Tiddley bom, bom, bom
oh yeah, yeah, eh
yeah, eh, yeah, eh, eh
My man music
rule UK
yey, eh, eh, eh
La la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la la la
yeah yah oh
yeah you aready?
Come on guys
ready, ready
one, two, three
break it down
Step left, step right
pull your knees tight
do the butterfly
to the side, to the side
now slide yeah
That's right yeah
then we're gonna
bring it back to the
old school vibe, come
come with the rhythm
Come with the bass
turn to a hottie
and go whine up
your waist
Whine up your waist
Whine up your waist
Whine up, whine up
Whine up your waist
Yeah you got me
put on my face
and pump my stereo
you can't stop
stop, stop me
A melody fillin' up
my radio
and now I'm thinkin'
ooh what do I fancy?
hip-hop, electro
I could be a
dub-step raver
skankin' all night
I still love classical
Yeah we walk that talk
with stooshe lines
flicks my switches
all the time
Got me spinnin' like
an old school '45
he's my A-list
ev'ry night
Then he'll make you
shake you, break the
mould right down to
my neo soul
Yeah music is my baby
he's gonna play me
Step left, step right
pull your knees tight
and do the butterfly
to the side, to the side
now slide yeah
That's right yeah
then we're gonna
bring it back to the
old school vibe, come
come with the rhythm
Come with the bass
turn to a hottie
and go whine up
your waist
Whine up your waist
Whine up your waist
Whine up, whine up
Whine up your waist
Yeah he's so cool
I'm on a ride with
every step he's taking
make, make me
brand new
I fall in love again
again, again
and every hit is 'oooh
what is that funky
blues or rock 'n' roll?'
Baby got it so mixed in
creatin' new dreams
so, so magical
Yeah he move my booty
to the max
goes to my head
like a bottle of Jacks
At his bestest and yes
he's on repeat
I don't care
he's on repeat
Because he spun me
round and round about
came round to my
country house
He said music
you're my baby
come here and play me!
Step left, step right
pull your knees tight
and do the butterfly
to the side, to the side
now slide yeah
That's right yeah
then we're gonna
bring it back to the
old school vibe, come
come with the rhythm
Come with the bass
turn to a hottie
and go whine up
your waist
Whine up your waist
Whine up your waist
Whine up, whine up
Whine up your waist
I say we give you
a lickle trouble, yeah
we give you a lickle taste
Stooshe bring a bit and
make you whine
up your waist we say
Mamma make me move
my mom make me do
All the tings that
a man can't do
I said give you
a lickle trouble
oh give you a lickle taste
Stooshe 'pon that ditty
and make you whine
up your waist
Say Mamma make
me move
my mom make me do
all the tings that
a man can't do
That a man can't do
That a man can't do
That a man can't do
That a man can't do
That a man can't do
That a man can't do
That a man can't do
break it down