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bobby stringer - the sarge lyrics

hup, two, three, four
hup, to the dancefloor
i say hup, two, three, four
hup, to the dancefloor

you’re on the dancefloor now
so you better get on down

i say hup, two, three, four
hup, to the dancefloor, that’s right!
i’m the sarge, you know
the captain jack
you know what that noise mean?
i don’t take no slack
why, if you mess with me
i’ll put you on your back
you’ll do sit+ups all day
i’ll work you to the bone
’til the cows come home
i’ll work your body, anybody
i’ll give you a toothbrush
and make you scrub the floor
you’ll never be bored!

you’re on the dancefloor now
so you better get on down
everybody knows you got to listen to the sarge
so get ready and [?] for the floor and charge

i say hup to the dancefloor
hup to the left, hup to the right
with all your soul, with all your might
to the left, to the left, to the left, right, left
girl, you better listen to what i say
if you want to make it through the day
or i’ll put your name to shame
i’ll put you in hysterics
i’ll make you dig a tunnel
under every single barrack
then i’ll leave you down for awhile
then make you run for 20 miles

i say hup, two, three, four
hup, to the dancefloor
hup, yeah, yeah+ah
i say hup, two, three, four
hup, to the dancefloor, hup
i say hup, hup!

you’re on the dancefloor now

yeah, you better tear up this room
if you want to be in this platoon
’cause once the dj’s on your back
you got to be ready to attack
you’ll be surrounded in any case
not even your mama can save your face
they’re gonna ring your head with highs
they’re gonna bump your belly with mids
gonna stub your toes with lows
gonna finish you off in the mids
if you wanna [?]
you better hear the sergeant’s rap
you see, if you really wanna make it through
i tell you, this is what you’re gonna have to do
throw your hands in the air
flip your head ’round everywhere
throw your hips to the side
take your body for a ride
jump the lows, duck the highs
tap your toes, move your thighs
duck your head, raise your knee
show off your anatomy
yeah, you know
well everybody say hup, hup
get tough

yeah, you’d better listen to what i say
if you want to make it through the day

you’re on the dancefloor now
so you better get on down

i say hup, two, three, four
hup, to the dancefloor
yeah, yeah, yeah
i say hup, two, three, four
hup, to the dancefloor
i say hup, hup!

you’re on the dancefloor now
so you better get on down
i say hup, two, three, four
hup, to the dancefloor
yeah, yeah, yeha
i say hup, two, three, four
hup, to the dancefloor
i say hup, hup

hup, hup, hup (++laughing++)
hey! who’s that laughing at the sarge?
i say private jive, you’re on the side
get on the floor, do the 75
i say hup, hup
hup, hup, hup
hup, hup, hup, hup, hup
come on sarge, give me a break
no way, you mess with me
so i put you on your back
’cause i don’t take no slack
i’m gonna work you to the bone
’til the cows come home
i’ll work your body, anybody
i’ll give you a toothbrush
and make you scrub the floor
i’ll put you in hysterics
i’ll make you dig a tunnel
under every single barrack
and i’ll leave you down for awhile
then make you run for 20 miles

- bobby stringer lyrics

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