Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young MC
Young MC
Performer
Bob Birch
Bob Birch
Bass Guitar
Jimmie Wood
Jimmie Wood
Harmonica
John Cardon Debney
John Cardon Debney
Conductor
Marc Bonilla
Marc Bonilla
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matt Dike
Matt Dike
Songwriter
Marvin Young
Marvin Young
Songwriter
Luther Rabb
Luther Rabb
Songwriter
Jim Walters
Jim Walters
Songwriter
Brad Dechter and Frank Bennett
Brad Dechter and Frank Bennett
Orchestrator
JoAnn Kane Music Services
JoAnn Kane Music Services
Copyist
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Michael Ross
Michael Ross
Producer
Brian Foxworthy
Brian Foxworthy
Engineer
Matt Dike
Matt Dike
Producer
Mario Caldato Jr.
Mario Caldato Jr.
Engineer
Andrew Silver
Andrew Silver
Editing Engineer
Maureen Crowe
Maureen Crowe
Music Supervisor
Michael Mason
Michael Mason
Co-Producer
Patricia Sullivan-Fourstar
Patricia Sullivan-Fourstar
Mastering Engineer
Robert Townson
Robert Townson
Executive Producer
Shawn Murphy
Shawn Murphy
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
This here's a tale for all the fellas
Try to do what those ladies tell us
Get shot down 'cause you're over zealous
Play hard to get and females get jealous
Okay, smarty, go to a party
Girls are scantily clad and showing body
A chick walks by, you wish you could sex her
But you're standing on the wall like you was Poindexter
[PreChorus]
Next day's function, high class luncheon
Food is served and you're stone cold munching
Music comes on, people start to dance
But then you ate so much, you nearly split your pants
A girl starts walking, guys start gawking
Sits down next to you and starts talking
Says she wants to dance 'cause she likes to groove
So come on fatso and just bust a move
[Chorus]
Just bust a move
[Verse 2]
You're on a mission and you're wishing
Someone could cure your lonely condition
Looking for love in all the wrong places
No fine girls, just ugly faces
From frustration, first inclination
Is to become a monk and leave the situation
But every dark tunnel has a light of hope
So don't hang yourself with a celibate rope
[PreChorus]
Your movie's showing, so you're going
Could care less about the five you're blowing
Theater gets dark just to start the show
Then you spot a fine woman sitting in your row
She's dressed in yellow, she says hello
Come sit next to me, you fine fellow
You run over there without a second to lose
And what comes next? Hey bust a move
[Chorus]
You want it, you got it
You want it, baby, you got it (Just bust a move)
You want it, you got it, ah
You want it, baby, you got it
[Verse 3]
In this city, ladies look pretty
Guys tell jokes so they can seem witty
Tell a funny joke just to get some play
Then you try to make a move and she says, no way
Girls are faking, goodness saking
They want the man who brings home the bacon
Got no money and you got no car
Then you got no women and there you are
[PreChorus]
Some girls are sadistic, materialistic
Looking for a man makes them opportunistic
They're lying on the beach, perpetrating a tan
So that a brother with the money can be their man
So on the beach, you're strolling, real high rolling
Everything you have is yours and not stolen
A girl runs up with something to prove
So don't just stand there, bust a move
[Chorus]
If you want it, you got it
You want it, baby, you got it (Just bust a move)
You want it, you, you got it
Ah, you want it, baby, you got it (Break it down for me, fellas)
[Verse 4]
Your best friend Harry has a brother Larry
In five days from now, he's gonna marry
He's hoping you can make it there if you can
'Cause in the ceremony, you'll be the best man
You say neat o, check your libido
And roll to the church in your new tuxedo
The bride walks down just to start the wedding
And there's one more girl you won't be getting
[PreChorus]
So you start thinking, then you start blinking
A bridesmaid looks and thinks that you're winking
She thinks you're kinda cute so she winks back
And now you're feeling really firm 'cause the girl is stacked
Reception's jumping, bass is pumping
Look at the girl and your heart starts thumping
Says she wants to dance to a different groove
Now you know what to do, G, bust a move
[Chorus]
If you want it, you got it, ah
You want it, baby, you got it, uh (Just bust a move)
You want it, uh you got it
Ah, you want it, baby, you got it (Move it, boy)
Written by: Jim Walters, Luther Rabb, Marvin Young, Matt Dike, Mike Ross
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