Get Down

Tell me brother
How do you feel?
When the pretty little girl over there ain't for real?
Tell me sister
How do you feel?
When that nappy head brother ain't for real?

You gotta get down
Down, down, down, down, down
You gotta get down, down, down, down, down

Tell me people
How do you feel?
When the president and secretaries ain't real?
Tell me people
What would you do?
If the running of the world was all left up to you?

You gotta get down, down, down, down, down, down
Come on then
You gotta get down

Early in the morning
Before you eat your breakfast
You gotta get down
Gotta get down
(Early in the morning)
(Before you eat your breakfast)
(You gotta get down)
(Gotta get down)

If super cool is your pleasure
And you want to find something better
You gotta get down
If super cool is your pleasure
And you want to find something better
You gotta get down

And if you're running the country
And you ain't running it funky
Better get down
If you're running the country
And you ain't running it funky
You gotta get down

Police and their justice
Laughing while they bust us
You gotta get down
You gotta get down
Police and their justice
Laughing while they bust us
You gotta get down

You gotta get down, down, down, down, down
Gotta get down
You gotta get down
You gotta get down, down, down, down, down
Gotta get down
You gotta get down

You gotta get down, down, down, down, down
Gotta get down
You gotta get down
You gotta get down, down, down, down, down
Gotta get down
You gotta get down

You gotta get down, down, down, down, down
You gotta get down, down, down, down, down



Credits
Writer(s): Gerald Goldstein, Sylvester Allen, Harold Brown, Morris Dickerson, Lee Oskar, Leroy L. Jordan, Charles W. Miller, Howard E. Scott, Leroy L Jordan, Thomas Sylvester Allen, Lee Oskar Levitin
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