Don't Fight It

I'll like to do a Wilson Pickett song
We have to play musical instruments, so, cheers

How are y'all tonight? (Fine)
Is anybody else alright (this)
This is sort of a hassle when we have to switch around, but
This next song is dedicated to all boys from Shabbona park right now
Ah, yeah
That's the new name, see, that's the new name for Resse Park, all the Reese Park boys
They changed the name of Resse park to Shabbona park, right over there

There you sit all by yourself
Everybody's dancin', they can't control themselves
The groove's too strong, you can't a-hold out longer

So get up, don't fight it
You got to feel it (feel it, baby, yeah)

Get on up, and catch that groove
Hey, hey, you know what, baby?
I like that way you move
Now do the thing just like you ought to do

So get up, don't fight it
You got to feel it (feel it, feel it)

The way you jerk
The way you do the twine
You are a shocker, I'd love to make you mine
Well, after the dance, I'm gonna take you home

So get up, don't fight it
You got to feel (feel it)
Baby, don't fight it
You got to, got to move on up
Whoa, whoa

Got to, got to do the thing (feel it)
C'mon, don't fight it, you got to, got to move on up
Baby, baby, baby (feel it)
C'mon, catch that groove (feel it)

Whoa
Baby, got to, got to do the thing (feel it, feel it)
Got to do, c'mon, c'mon, back up (feel it)
Alright, baby, you got to, got to do the thing (feel it)
You got to (feel it)
You got c'mon up
You got to, whoa-yeah

Alright, alright
Whoa-yeah, come on now (feel it)
Got to, baby, oh
C'mon, help me, help me, girl (feel it)
Whoa, baby, got to, got to do that thing (feel it, feel it)
Come on up, c'mon up and help me out (feel it)
Yeah

Thank you, thank you very much



Credits
Writer(s): Stephen Lee Cropper, Wilson Jr. Pickett
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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