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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Brothers Johnson
The Brothers Johnson
Performer
Quincy Jones
Quincy Jones
Performer
Lee Ritenour
Lee Ritenour
Guitar
Ian Underwood
Ian Underwood
Programming
Harvey Mason
Harvey Mason
Drums
Toots Thielemans
Toots Thielemans
Harmonica
Glenn Ferris
Glenn Ferris
Trombone
Billy Cobham
Billy Cobham
Percussion
Dave Grusin
Dave Grusin
Piano
Don Lewis
Don Lewis
Keyboards
Ralph MacDonald
Ralph MacDonald
Percussion
Bill Lamb
Bill Lamb
Trumpet
Chuck Findley
Chuck Findley
Trumpet
Ernie Watts
Ernie Watts
Saxophone
Terry Harrington
Terry Harrington
Flute
Sahib Shihab
Sahib Shihab
Flute
Paul Riser
Paul Riser
Performer
Jim Gilstrap
Jim Gilstrap
Background Vocals
Jesse Kirkland
Jesse Kirkland
Background Vocals
Syreeta Wright
Syreeta Wright
Background Vocals
Pepper Swinson
Pepper Swinson
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
E.W. Cunningham
E.W. Cunningham
Composer
The Brothers Johnson
The Brothers Johnson
Arranger
Quincy Jones
Quincy Jones
Arranger
Paul Riser
Paul Riser
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Quincy Jones
Quincy Jones
Producer

Lyrics

Four scores and yesterdays
And way back when, just to begin, my friends
There was music in the air, somewhere
For those who wanted to sigh and even grin
Music for the soul so sweet
Relaxed their minds and moved their feet
And kicked off a beat
And they were dancin'
I said, they were prancin'
Whoa-whoa
They were dancin'
I said, they were prancin'
People started everywhere
To dig the sound and act a clown for you
While others sat back in deep thought
Not knowing what to do
It was really hard to accept
And some minds were blown along with the rest I know
And when it grew louder
Some folks got up and said they had to go
The music grabbed them by the hands
And snapped their fingers and then they dug the band
They tried to run, but that's where the fun begun
They were dancin'
They were prancin'
I said, they were dancin'
They were prancin'
Dancin'
Prancin'
Dancin'
They were prancin'
I said, they were dancin'
They were prancin'
Dancin'
Prancin'...
Written by: E.W. Cunningham
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