Hey DJ / I Can't Dance (To That Music You're Playing)

I can't dance to that rhythm that you be playing

That style is old, sold out and dated, dated back

And yo, what's up? We used to shake it up

How dare you ever care to play that trash

You best prepare to go away, no more tit-for-tat, Jack

'Cause I can't dance to that

I can't dance to the music you're playin'

Stop, think it over and rewrite your tune

I can't dance to the music you're playin'

You better get yourself together, you'd better do it soon

I need a rhythm to be hype and thumping

I want it hot like it's coming from an oven

I wanna be dancing and moving

Betty Boo on the mic and doing the business, so get with this

Doing this in the flesh, you just can't resist

From hoeing and going out every night

And Betty Boo's quite irritated, you're terminated

My mind's made up, can't be persuaded

It lacks a certain punch, that certain edge

Betty Boo's the best thing since sliced bread

I've had enough, yes, I want to cut, so

Take your crusty beats with you and dust

'Cause lately, you ain't been up to scratch

And I can't dance to that

I can't dance to the music you're playin'

Stop, think it over and rewrite your tune

I can't dance to the music you're playin'

You better get yourself together, you'd better do it soon

(Boogie!)

Came to your door, said you were busy

You had a visit from your Aunt Lizzy

So what we did was we postponed our dope beat session 'till she'd flown home

So I thought I'd practice all by myself

But realised I'd left my lyrics file on your shelf

I couldn't believe at what I found, saw you and Aunt Lizzy getting on down

You can't imagine at what I saw

It wasn't Aunt Lizzy but a cheap dumb broad

That was the last straw, wouldn't take no more

Walked out the door, what would I stay for?

He lied, but never tried, more interested in a bit on the side

But never mind, I've got better things to do, so

All my best wishes from Betty Boo