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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Quincy Jones
Conductor
Greg Phillinganes
Keyboards
Rod Temperton
Synthesizer
Carlos Manuel Rios
Electric Guitar
Toots Thielemans
Electric Guitar
Louis Johnson
Bass
John Robinson
Drums
Ollie Brown
Percussion
Jerome Richardson
Flute
Peter Christlieb
Tenor Saxophone
Jerry Hey
Trumpet
Patti Austin
Vocals
James Ingram
Vocals
Peggy Jones
Vocals
Vivian Cherry
Vocals
Jana Tyler
Vocals
NOBUO HARA AND SHARPS & FLATS
Horn
The Cupid Strings
Strings
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Quincy Jones
Songwriter
Nickolas Ashford
Songwriter
Valerie Simpson
Songwriter
Eric Gale
Songwriter
Ralph MacDonald
Songwriter
Steve Gadd
Songwriter
Richard Tee
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Quincy Jones
Producer
Bruce Swedien
Mixing Engineer
Ron Capone
Additional Engineer
Lyrics
Walked in the joint
They were lining up back to back
Anything you can name, no shame
Uh, uh, stuff like that
Do it, do it
Do it, do it
What makes you feel like doin' stuff like that?
What makes you feel like doin' stuff like that?
Before my eyes was the promise of paradise
Is she real? Can she feel? is she a dream?
If you know what I mean
'Cause she was built out of—
Stuff like that (Do it, do it)
Stuff like that (Do it, do it)
Stuff like that (Do it, do it)
Stuff like that (Do it, do it)
I knew I was captured
By the rhythm of the magic flute
Pulling and urging me
To taste the forbidden fruit
And though I felt naive
I did not want to leave, fever was in the air
(And all of a sudden, I didn't care)
(No reason why, just had to testify)
What makes you feel like doin' stuff like that?
What makes you feel like doin' stuff like that? (Makes you feel)
What makes you feel like doin' stuff like that?
What makes you feel like doin' stuff like that?
Do it, do it
Do it, do it
Do it, do it
Do it, do it
I knew I was captured
By the rhythm of the magic flute
Pulling and urging me
To taste the forbidden fruit
And though I felt naive
I didn't want to leave, fever was in the air
(And all of a sudden, I didn't care)
(No reason why, just had to testify)
What makes you feel like doin' stuff like that?
What makes you feel like doin' stuff like that?
What makes you feel like doin' stuff like that?
What makes you feel like doin' stuff like that?
Do it, do it (Stuff like that)
Do it, do it (Stuff like that)
Do it, do it (Stuff like that)
Do it, do it (Stuff like that)
Stuff like that
Stuff like that
What makes you feel like doin' stuff like that?
What makes you feel like doin' stuff like that?
What makes you feel like doin' stuff like that?
What makes you feel like doin' stuff like that?
I can't tell you, what I saw
Made you wonder was it against the law
It was not how high you could you go
But exactly how low
What makes you feel like doin' stuff like that?
What makes you feel like doin' stuff like that?
(All of a sudden, I didn't care)
(And no reason why, had to testify)
What makes you feel like doin' stuff like that?
What makes you feel like doin' stuff like that?
What makes you feel like doin' stuff like that?
What makes you feel like doin' stuff like that?
Do it, do it (Stuff like that)
Do it, do it (Stuff like that)
Do it, do it (Stuff like that)
Do it, do it (Stuff like that)
Stuff like that
Stuff like that
What makes you feel like doin' stuff like that?
What makes you feel like doin' stuff like that?
What makes you feel like doin' stuff like that?
What makes you feel like doin' stuff like that?
Do it, do it (Stuff like that)
Do it, do it (Stuff like that)
Do it, do it (Stuff like that)
Do it, do it (Stuff like that)
Stuff like that
Stuff like that
Written by: Eric Gale, Nickolas Ashford, Quincy Jones, Ralph MacDonald, Richard Tee, Steve Gadd, Valerie Simpson