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the reen-machine – rap-a-reenie lyrics

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i was sitting at home and the show got boring
mama wasn’t eating and pop was snoring
mama went around with a soup and ladle
me, i be rocking down in my cradle
before i could stand up on my feet
bless the lord he gave me the beat

the tinkertoys, they go around and ’round
the h+ll with them, give me a funky sound
before i could tell right from wrong
i knew the beat to every song
and when my calling took its toll
i got up ’cause i was born with soul

little girls cry, “mama, pop+pop”
for me, i sing, “skidoo, bop+bop”
i knew someday i had the chance
to make the world scream and to make the world dance
i’ll tell you all just what i mean
how i became the reen+machine

now my life story, it’s a not a bore
and i’m keeping to myself, i put it on the floor
i can’t be dull, i wanna razzle
don’t bore me, life, i’m here to dazzle
give me a good time and i won’t be tardy
show me life and i will party
that life has always been my scene
i’ve been playin’ records since i was 17

in every city and every town
i play for you a funky sound
shake and rock, i knew you could
dance all over and just feel good
i’m gonna rap with glitz and glee
from r+a+r to the gatsby

in ’81, there came fame
when ’76 love was really my game
diana ross claimed she’s the boss
give me my music and i get lost
hepburns, davis, betty grables
i act out life on the turntables
diamonds and furs seem to be your act
i want three technics and a deluxe bozak

[instrumental break]

listen to the drummer, he’s mighty fine
he’s the only electronic friend of mine
rockers scream “disco is dead”
but here i am to turn your head
in french disco means to dance
ooh+la+la, let’s here it for france
the reen+machine is here to tell
that the dancing sound is alive and well

i remember when you weren’t bumpin’
but now we got the music thumpin’
don’t confess, it’s not a sin
it makes a funky beat with a violin
[?] a funky sax
romeo and juilet in 48 tracks

if the preacher’s screamin’ ’bout the waters parting
come on down, get the party started
now i don’t want a ‘lude, i don’t need a bean
’cause you may need the reen+machine
they call me reen, some call me sky
but music is my natural high
i control the party and i control the swing
that’s why i had to get up and sing

- the reen machine lyrics

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