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Prince
"Musicology (+jam) / 777-9311" LIVE
Fillmore auditorium, San Francisco
February 15th, 2004

lyrics:
Oh, uh, funky
Heard about the party now,
Just east o' Harlem.
Dougie's gonna be there,
But U gotta, call him (call him)
Even the soldiers,
Need a break sometimes.
Listen 2 the groove y'all,
Let it unwind Ur mind
No intoxication,
Unless U see what I see.
Dancin' hot 'n' sweaty,
Right in front of me.
Call it what U like,
I'm gonna call it how it be,
This is just another one of God's gifts,
Musicology!
Got 2 keep that party movin',
Just like I told U.
Kick the old-school joints,
4 the true funk soldiers.
Musicology!
Wish I had a dollar,
For every time U say,
"Don't U miss the feeling,
Music gave ya back in the day?"
Let's groove,
September,
Earth, Wind and Fire.
Hot Pants by James,
Sly's gonna take U higher.
Minor keys and drugs,
Don't make a rollerskate jam.
Take Ur pick, turntable, or a band?
If it ain't Chuck D,
Or Jam Master Jay,
Know what?
They're losin'.
Cause we got a PhD in
Advanced Body Movin'
Keep the party movin',
Just like I told U.
Kick the old-school joints,
4 the true funk soldiers.
Musicology!
Hold it down, band.
"Get back! Oh, get back!
Don't U touch my stereo, these is MY records!"
"Don't touch, my records!"
Musicology, musicology!
Everybody get down!
Just like I told U.
Kick the high-school joints,
4 the true funk soldiers.
Get goin'!
Keep the party movin',
Keep the party movin',
Uh, don't stop dancin'.
Keep the party movin'.
Keep the party movin',
Just like I told ya,
Kick the old-school joints,
For the true funk soldiers.
Musicology!
4 the true funk soldiers