Hey, Mr. DJ, put a record on I wanna dance with my baby And when the music starts I never wanna stop It's gonna drive me crazy Music, music, music, music Music makes the people come together Music makes the bourgeoisie and the rebel Don't think of yesterday When I don't look at the clock I like to boogie-woogie It's like riding on the wind And it never goes away Touches everything I'm in Back to hell every day Music makes the people come together Music makes the bourgeoisie and the rebel Hey, Mr. DJ Do you love to? Do you love to? Do you love to? Hey, Mr. DJ, put a record on I wanna dance with my baby And when the music starts I never wanna stop It's gonna drive me crazy Music makes the people come together Music makes the bourgeoisie and the rebel Do you love to? Do you love to?