Slice: Excuse me sweetheart, what's the name of that old, new dance?
Female: (The, the, the, Electric Slide.)
Izzy Chill.
Chill: (Make it better.)
Beat & sounds.

(Ooom, so funky.)
(Ooom, so funky.)

(Ooom,) Here we go, here we go.
(So funky.)
Here we go, here we go.
(Ooom,) Here we go, here we go.
(So funky,)
Here we go, here we go.

(Ahhhhh.)
(Got to keep on dancing.)
(Ahhhhh.)
(Got to keep on dancing.)
(Ahhhhh.)
(Got to keep on dancing.)
(The, the, the, Electric Slide.)
(Yee-ah, make it better.)

Slice:
Ah, yee-ah, That's right, everybody, on the dance floor. On the dance

floor. Yee-ah! Grandmaster Slice and Izzy Chill with another swinger.

Doin' a little Electric Slide here.

So, party people, c'mon everybody and do your part.
This jam is for the old, young and young-at-heart.
Just groove and move your body, swing it now, and let's party.
It's not over-hyped but it's not lah-dee-dah-dee.
Your body's in battle and your feet are the weapon,
So charge the dance floor and then start steppin'.
It's for all age groups, wallflowers and plants,
So what's ya waitin' for? C'mon, shall we (ahhhhh) dance?

(Got to keep on dancing.)
(Ahhhhh.)
(Got to keep on dancing.)
C'mon, y'all, shall we (ahhhhh) dance?
(Got to keep on dancing.)
(The, the, the Electric Slide.)
Izzy, yee-ah.
(Make it better.)

Slice:
Now, wherever you are when you hear this song,
You have to tap your feet or hum along.
But before you know it, you'll be steppin' proud,
Movin' and groovin' and singin' out loud.
The tempo ain't tough, and the rhythm is swingin' it,
An' when you think about my song, you'll be singin' it.
Go side-to-side, back and forth and just,
Spin around, change directions and whip and skip.
Don't jump around like ya got ants in your pants,
Get on the dance floor. C'mon, shall we dance?
The 1990s are a party, so what's in store?
It's this funky fresh song and a whole lot more.
Let's go 'round and 'round like coffee bein' stirred.
Grandmaster Slice and Izzy Chill, a new household word.
We got everybody rockin' and everybody talkin',
Even your grandma bought her a Walkman
To listen to my music when she gets the urge,
And when my song hits her ears like a power surge,
Electricity runs all through her veins,
Like a runaway freight train, whiskey tamed.
Choose to get loose as we entertain,
No strain on your brain so you won't go insane.
You feel with the beat, that's gonna put you in a trance,
Get on the dance floor. C'mon, shall we (ahhhhh) dance?

(Got to keep on dancing.)
Yee-ah.
(Ahhhhh.)
(Got to keep on dancing.)
C'mon everybody shall we (ahhhhh) dance?
Yee-ah.
(Got to keep on dancing.)
(The, the, the Electric Slide.)
Izzy.
(Yee-ah.)
(Make it better.)

Now, let's do this dance you selected,
But make sure that it's electric.
If it's not, I'll disconnect it.
Check it, perfect it, and then correct it.
Now, let's go, is what I cry,
It's time to do the Electric Slide.
The beat, Izzy's cuein' it, the dance I'm doin' it.
If you wanna learn it, then start reviewin' it.
A few easy steps, hop, skip and a turn,
Everybody join in, it's kinda easy to learn.
To make it rain, Izzy is used to do a rain dance,
Now they choose Electric Slide every chance they get from dust to dawn.
Now instead of little showers they get thunderstorms.
Find more similar lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.com/FqkWAll together now, like we're at a big rally,
C'mon, let's dance, shall we?

(Ahhhhh.)
(Got to keep on dancing.)
(Ahhhhh.)
(Got to keep on dancing.)
C'mon, y'all, shall we (ahhhhh) dance?
(Got to keep on dancing.)
(The, the, the Electric Slide.)
Izzy.
(Yee-ah.)
(Make it better.)

Slice:
Yeah, now that I got everybody out there on the dance floor, doin' the

Electric Slide, I wanna see who can do the Slide the best. And if you can

do it real good, then you can do it with your eyes closed. So at the

count of three, I want everybody to close your eyes and start steppin'.

Is everybody out there ready? C'mon, kick it.

Chill:
One, two, three.

Slice:
Break it down.

Chill:
Do that dance, do that, do that, do that, that dance.
Do that, do that, do that, that dance.
Do, do that dance.
Do-do -dothat dance.
Do that, do that, do that dance.
Do that, do that, do that, that dance.
Do that, yeah, do that, do that, that dance.
Do that dance, that dance.
Do that dance.

(Ahhhhh.)
(Got to keep on dancing.)
(Ahhhhh.)
(Got to keep on dancing.)
(Ahhhhh.)
(Got to keep on dancing.)
(The, the, the, Electric Slide.)
Izzy,
(Yeah.)
(Make it better.)

Slice:
Now, it's the talk of New York, the dance of DC,
Philadelphia's favorite, Maryland's melody.
It's the song of the south, the step of the west,
Masterpiece of the east and the north don't fret.
It's a national dance, bein' done worldwide,
Even Russia's doin' The Electric Slide.
So you better get wit' it and do it soon,
In 1990 they'll be doin' it on the moon.
Feh!

(Ooom, so funky.)
Yee-ah.
(Ooom, so funky.)
Say what?
(Ooom-ooom,)
Here we go, here we go.
(So funky.)
Here we go, here we go.
Break it down.
(Ooom,)
Here we go, here we go.
(So funky,)
It's Joe Rocker twelve.
Here we go, here we go.

Ooom.
Ooom.
Ooom-ooom.

Ah, yeah, Grandmaster Slice and Izzy Chill, greater funk breakers in full

effect. Slippin' and slidin', groovin' and glidin'.

Ooom.
Ooom, ooom, ooom.

So everybody out there slidin' you all keep on slidin' and we're out of

here.

Peace, peace, peace.

Ooom-ooom-oo-ooom.
(So funky.)
Ooom-ooom.
Ooom...