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Come on , shake your body baby, do the conga I know you can't control yourself any longer Come on , shake your body baby, do the conga I know you can't control yourself any longer Everbody gather 'round now Let your body feel the heat Don't you worry if you can't dance; Let the music move your feet
It's the rhythm of the island, and like the sugar cane so sweet If you want to do the conga, you've got to listen to the beat
God, I used to rush the dance floor when the djs played this one. There are pictures floating around somewhere of me dancing shirtless and sweaty on top of a big cube on the dance floor back in the 80s, which is why I can NEVER run for public office.
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