Now open the door, let the sound resinate from where we used to sit alone. It's a spark to end the silence, and you've become a trace of what you used
in the front if you ready to bump say "Don't stop the body rock" To my people in the back if your not a wack say "Don't stop the body rock" To my people
you ready to bump a say "Don't stop the body rock" To my people in the back if your not a wack a say "Don't stop the body rock" To my people in the left
You must be made of straw, the way you bend 'Cause you're afraid of windy days or any breeze at all it never ends We run too much and we shake too many
