Так, колись лірика була змістовною, складною, із протестним соціальним меседжем:
Hey, hey mama, said the way you move,
Gonna make you sweat, gonna make you groove.
Uh uh child, way you shake that thing,
Gonna make you burn, gonna make you sting.
Hey, hey, baby, when you walk that way,
Watch your honey drip, can't keep away.
Ah, yeah, ah, yeah, ah, ah, ah, ah, yeah, ah, yeah, ah, ah, ah.
I gotta roll, can't stand still,
Got a flamin' heart, can't get my fill.
Eyes that shine, burnin' red,
Dreams of you all through my head.
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
Hey hey, baby, oh, baby, pretty baby,
Darlin' can't you do me now?