Simon Says - The Sequence: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Simon Says

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Simon Says was released on January 1, 1981 by Warner Music Group - X5 Music Group as a part of the album Sugar Hill Presents The Sequence

Song Details

AlbumSugar Hill Presents The Sequence

Release DateJanuary 1, 1981

LabelSugar Hill Records, a label of Rhino Entertainment Company

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM111

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

The Sequence

Performer

Cheryl Cook

Vocals

Gwendolyn Chisolm

Gwendolyn Chisolm

Vocals

Angela Brown

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Sylvia Robinson

Sylvia Robinson

Composer

Douglas Wimbish

Douglas Wimbish

Songwriter

Cheryl Cook

Composer

Angela Brown

Composer

Gwendolyn Chisolm

Gwendolyn Chisolm

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Sylvia Inc.

Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

We bad, we know it

We got our stuff to show it

So what you see is what you get

And you ain't seen nothin' yet

So get-get, get, get-get on up, woo

So get-get, get, get-get on up, woo

See, it ain't nothin' to it but for you to do it

It's so easy to learn

You just pop your fingers and stomp your feet

And then, tss, let it burn, get down, huh

You don't stop, you don't, you don't stop that body rock

Huh-huh, you don't stop, you don't, you don't stop that body rock

[Verse 2]

We're The Sequence crew just doin' the do

Rock-shockin' the house for you

We put the S in the shield, we fill in the heel

We introduce the fellas to The Sequence thrill

Boogie to the beat of the big bam-bam

Clap your hands and let me see you jam

You see, we went back home to write a rhyme

Strong enough to shake your behind

We thump so a-doggone hard

They had to call the National Guard, huh

You don't stop, you don't, you don't stop that body rock

[Verse 3]

We're not like Jack or stupid Jill

Before we get pumped, we'll take the pill

The fellas wanna make love every day, huh

But when you get pumped, they run away

You know it's somethin' that you did

But he said, "Huh, it's not my kid"

You sit right there and you start to cry

And to your moms, you lie, lie, lie

But before you know it, the kid is born

The man you love, check it out, he's gone

You sit there and you have to smile

You wonderin' how you gon' feed the child

But remember, you're young, gifted, and Black

And that your kid could never be the wack, huh-huh

You don't stop, you don't, you don't stop that body rock

Just throw your hands in the air

And shake your booty, do it, do it

Throw your hands in the air

And shake your booty, do it, do it

Throw your hands in the air

And shake your booty, do it, do it

Throw your hands in the air

And shake your booty, do it, do it

Simon says

[Instrumental]

We want you to hold it

Na-na-na-na, woo

Na-na-na-na, woo

Na-na-na-na, woo

That body rock

With the Fred Flinstone singin' "Yabba-Dabba-Doo"

Can you hear me rappin', baby-bubba? Comin' straight to you

Said a-three, six, nine, start the monkey on the line

When the line don't, the monkey got choke

But he did not die 'cause he thought he was fly

Then he turned around and hit his own self in the eye

See, we went to the Apple and freaked it hard

And all the freaks were freakin' it hard

Like Bugs Bunny and Santa Claus

We're gonna rock your body 'til you drop your drawers

Like salt and pepper, pepper and salt

If you don't get down, it's not our fault

Like George Washington, Abe-ham Lincoln

Baby, don't you like the way we're thinkin'?

If you're ready to rock with The Sequence crew

Scream it out and say, "Hey you" (Hey you)

Hey you (Hey you), are you ready to?

Just throw your hands in the air

And shake your booty, do it, do it

Throw your hands in the air

And shake your booty, do it, do it

Throw your hands in the air

And shake your booty, do it, do it

Throw your hands in the air

And shake your booty, and get down

Huh, you don't stop, you don't, you don't stop that body rock

Huh-huh, you don't stop, you don't, you don't stop that body rock

[Verse 4]

Well, I'm Cheryl The Pearl and I'm not alone

Well, I'm the image of the lady called Cleopatra Jones

Well, I'm Angie B., but, kid, don't mess around

'Cause I'm the image of the woman called Foxy Brown

Well, I'm Blondie of the one and only

If there's another, then she's a phony

We're The Sequence crew just doin' the do

A-rock-shockin' the house for you

Simon says

[Instrumental]

We want you to freeze

You don't stop, you don't, you don't stop that body rock

Huh-huh, you don't stop, you don't, you don't stop that body rock

We bad, we know it

We got our stuff to show it

So what you see is what you get

And you ain't seen nothin' yet

So get-get, get, get-get on up, woo

So get-get, get, get-get on up, woo

See, it ain't nothin' to it but for you to do it

It's so easy to learn

You just pop your fingers and stomp your feet

And then, tss, let it burn

See, it ain't nothin' to it but for you to do it

It's so easy to learn

You just pop your fingers and stomp your feet

And then, tss, let it burn

See, we don't wanna sit down, huh

We wanna throw down, Simon says

We don't wanna sit down, huh

We wanna throw down, Simon says

We don't wanna sit down, huh

We wanna throw down, Simon says

We don't wanna sit down, huh

We wanna throw down

We're The Sequence crew just doin' the do

A-rock-shockin' the house for you

We're The Sequence crew just doin' the do

A-rock-shockin' the house for you

We're The Sequence crew just doin' the do

A-rock-shockin' the house for you

Simon says

[Instrumental]

We want you to hold it

Na-na-na-na, woo

Na-na-na-na, woo

Na-na-na-na, woo

That body rock

Written by: Angela Brown, Cheryl Cook, Douglas Wimbish, Gwendolyn Chisolm, Sylvia Robinson

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