Oh, uh, funky

Heard about the party now,
Just east o' Harlem.
Dougie's gonna be there,
But you gotta, call him (call him)

Even the soldiers,
Need a break sometimes.
Listen to the groove y'all,
Let it unwind your mind

No intoxication,
Unless you see what I see.
Dancin' hot 'n' sweaty,
Right in front of me.

Call it what you like,
I'm gonna call it how it be,
This is just another one of God's gifts,
Musicology!

Got to keep that party movin',
Just like I told you.
Kick the old-school joints,
For the true funk soldiers.

Musicology!

Wish I had a dollar,
For every time you say,
"Don't you miss the feeling,
Music gave ya back in the day?"

Let's groove,
September,
Earth, Wind and Fire.
Hot Pants by James,
Sly's gonna take you higher.

Minor keys and drugs,
Don't make a rollerskate jam.
Take your pick, turntable, or a band?

If it ain't Chuck D,
Or Jam Master Jay,
Know what?
They're losin'.
Cause we got a PhD in
Advanced Body Movin'

Keep the party movin',
Just like I told you.
Kick the old-school joints,
For the true funk soldiers.

Musicology!

Hold it down, band.

"Get back! Oh, get back!
Don't you touch my stereo, these is MY records!"
"Don't touch, my records!"

Musicology, musicology!

Everybody get down!
Just like I told you.
Kick the high-school joints,
For the true funk soldiers.

Get goin'!

Keep the party movin',
Keep the party movin',
Uh, don't stop dancin'.

Keep the party movin'.

Keep the party movin',
Just like I told ya,
Kick the old-school joints,
For the true funk soldiers.

Musicology!

For the true funk soldiers
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Musicology Lyrics

Prince – Musicology Lyrics

Songwriters: NELSON, PRINCE ROGERS
Musicology lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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