Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Alesha Dixon
Interprète
Xenomania
Claviers
Kieran Jones
Basse
Florrie Arnold
Batterie
Jason Resch
Guitare
Nick Coler
Guitare
Tim Powell
Claviers
Matt Gray
Programmation
Owen Parker
Programmation
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Alesha Dixon
Composition
Carla Marie Williams
Composition
Miranda Cooper
Composition
Kieran Jones
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Xenomania
Production
Jeremy Wheatley
Ingénierie de mixage
Tim Powell
Ingénierie de mixage
Paroles
I got a man with two left feet
And when he dances not to the beat
I really think that he should know
That his rhythm's go, go, go
I got a man with two left feet
And when he dances not to the beat
I really think that he should know
That his rhythm's go, go, go
Does he wash up?
Never wash up
Does he clean up?
No, he never cleans up
Does he brush up?
Never brushed up
He does nothing, the boy does nothing!
Does he wash up?
Never wash up
Does he clean up?
No, he never cleans up
Does he brush up?
Never brushed up
He does nothing, the boy does nothing!
Hey boy, how you been?
I got a thousand lines, where do I begin?
And I, I been here, been there traveling
I saw you at the corner, my vibe kicked in
And two films, I clock you
Wearing tight jeans and a real nice suit
You was smiling like you were just seventeen
I asked you for a dance, you said, "Yes please"
Take a sip of dancing juice, everybody's onto you
To the left and to the right
Everybody hit the rhythm it's on tonight
I'm gonna feel the beat within my soul
I need a man to take control
Let the melody blow you all away
Does he wash up?
Never wash up
Does he clean up?
No, he never cleans up
Does he brush up?
Never brushed up
He does nothing, the boy does nothing!
Does he wash up?
Never wash up
Does he clean up?
No, he never cleans up
Does he brush up?
Never brushed up
He does nothing, the boy does nothing!
Work it out now, work it, work it out now
Do the mambo, shake it all around now
Everybody on the floor
Let me see you clap your hands
I wanna see you work
I wanna see you move your body and turn
I wanna see you shake your hips and learn
I wanna see you work it, work it, work it out now
Hey, I wanna see you work
I wanna see you move your body and turn
I wanna see you shake your hips and learn
I wanna see you work it, work it, work it out now
Does he wash up?
Never wash up
Does he clean up?
No, he never cleans up
Does he brush up?
Never brushed up
He does nothing, the boy does nothing!
Does he wash up?
Never wash up
Does he clean up?
No, he never cleans up
Does he brush up?
Never brushed up
He does nothing, the boy does nothing!
And if the man can't dance
He gets no second chance
And if the man can't dance
He gets no second chance
And if the man can't dance
He gets no second chance
And if the man can't dance
He gets no second chance
And if the man can't dance
He gets no second chance
And if the man can't dance
He gets no second chance
Writer(s): Nick Coler, Timothy Martin Powell, Brian Thomas Higgins, Miranda Eleanor De Fonbrune Cooper, Alesha Anjanette Dixon, Carla Maria Williams, Kieran Rhys Jones, Jason Peter Resch
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