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歌詞
Way Out West from way back east
Coming from a place you'd expect the least
There came a stranger, dressed in black
From a Harlem Town, a long way back
Had a Stetson hat with a band of gold
Eyes like steel, make your blood run cold
Had a microphone hanging by his side
Just ready to be amplified
Rode into town on a big black steed
Lookin' for a man named Ganamede
"I hear the dude just won't get down
If I rock this world I can rock this town!"
And when they asked him for his name
He said "Kurtis Blow, I play the rappin' game
I can do the do, I can do the deed
And tonight I'm gonna rock Ganamede!"
Now Ganamede thought he was cool
Wore Gucci shoes, had a fancy school
A fancy job in a big corporation
Fancy girls all across the nation
Fancy car, fancy clothes,
Fancy friends and fancy dough
Only one thing he wouldn't do
Is let himself get down with you
The stranger went to the old saloon
Grabbed his mike and spun a tune
And everyone in the whole darn place
Said "Do the rap and set that pace!"
He rapped 'em down and he rapped 'em out
He made 'em dance and he made 'em shout
He said "If you like Kurtis Blow
Then let me hear you all say...
A say ho-oo! Ho-oo!
Hi-yo! Hi-yo!
Say Kurtis! Kurtis!
Say Kurtis Blow! Kurtis Blow!
At midnight Ganamede came in
To watch the dancers move and spin
He took a seat over by the bar
And started smokin' a big cigar
"I admit the stranger is not bad
But tonight I'm gonna make him sad
'Cause I don't care about the groove
There ain't no dude gonna make me move!"
The joint was jumpin' hard at one
But Ganamede was havin' none
Things were really fly at two
The stranger rapped and the tension grew
But Ganamede maintained his cool
"I'll make the stranger play the fool
'Cause I don't care about the groove
There ain't no dude gonna make me move!"
The showdown came at three o'clock
The stranger said, "I'm gonna make you rock
I'm gonna make you move, I'm gonna make you dance,
They're gonna take you out in an ambulance
Now everybody lend a hand
I'm gonna make you be the band
There ain't no jive, no superstition
We're gonna have a little demolition
Get down!
Now stomp your feet
To the funky beat
Just clap your hands
And let the beat expand
Let me here the bass
Put it in my face
Let the guitar play
Just put it away
And now I think we've got the groove
So Ganamede, get up and move!"
Now everyone looked at the bar
At the lonely man with the big cigar
He began to move, he began to shake
He'd had as much as he could take
He took his body to the floor
And then the crowd began to roar
The stranger just had done the deed
And rocked the house with Ganamede.
From three to four he couldn't stop
From four to five he just had to rock
From five to six he let it loose
At seven he still had the juice
At eight o'clock he was goin' strong
Gettin' down with every song
At nine o'clock he couldn't dance
And someone called an ambulance
As they put him in the back
Of that big white shiny Cadillac
He said "Please get me Kurtis Blow
There's something that he ought to know"
He said "I thought I'd make my name
By beatin' you at the rappin' game
But you beat me fair and square
And anyway, I just don't care."
The stranger asked him what he meant
Said Ganamede, "I am content
I never used to catch a groove
I never used to dance or move
But it's more fun to play the fool
Than tryin' hard to be real cool
So anytime you're back in town
I'm gonna get up and I'm gonna get down!"
The stranger watched him drive away
Knowing what he'd done that day
And then he went right back inside
To make the dancers slip and slide
To rock 'em out, to rock 'em in,
To make 'em rock it down again
And he said "If you like my sound
Let me hear you all say...
Throw down! Throw down!
At the showdown! At the showdown!
Throw down! Throw down!
At the showdown! At the showdown!
Now stomp your feet
To the funky beat
Just clap your hands
And let the beat expand
Let me here the bass
Put it in my face
Let the guitar play
Just put it away
A-rock on!
Coming from a place you'd expect the least
There came a stranger, dressed in black
From a Harlem Town, a long way back
Had a Stetson hat with a band of gold
Eyes like steel, make your blood run cold
Had a microphone hanging by his side
Just ready to be amplified
Rode into town on a big black steed
Lookin' for a man named Ganamede
"I hear the dude just won't get down
If I rock this world I can rock this town!"
And when they asked him for his name
He said "Kurtis Blow, I play the rappin' game
I can do the do, I can do the deed
And tonight I'm gonna rock Ganamede!"
Now Ganamede thought he was cool
Wore Gucci shoes, had a fancy school
A fancy job in a big corporation
Fancy girls all across the nation
Fancy car, fancy clothes,
Fancy friends and fancy dough
Only one thing he wouldn't do
Is let himself get down with you
The stranger went to the old saloon
Grabbed his mike and spun a tune
And everyone in the whole darn place
Said "Do the rap and set that pace!"
He rapped 'em down and he rapped 'em out
He made 'em dance and he made 'em shout
He said "If you like Kurtis Blow
Then let me hear you all say...
A say ho-oo! Ho-oo!
Hi-yo! Hi-yo!
Say Kurtis! Kurtis!
Say Kurtis Blow! Kurtis Blow!
At midnight Ganamede came in
To watch the dancers move and spin
He took a seat over by the bar
And started smokin' a big cigar
"I admit the stranger is not bad
But tonight I'm gonna make him sad
'Cause I don't care about the groove
There ain't no dude gonna make me move!"
The joint was jumpin' hard at one
But Ganamede was havin' none
Things were really fly at two
The stranger rapped and the tension grew
But Ganamede maintained his cool
"I'll make the stranger play the fool
'Cause I don't care about the groove
There ain't no dude gonna make me move!"
The showdown came at three o'clock
The stranger said, "I'm gonna make you rock
I'm gonna make you move, I'm gonna make you dance,
They're gonna take you out in an ambulance
Now everybody lend a hand
I'm gonna make you be the band
There ain't no jive, no superstition
We're gonna have a little demolition
Get down!
Now stomp your feet
To the funky beat
Just clap your hands
And let the beat expand
Let me here the bass
Put it in my face
Let the guitar play
Just put it away
And now I think we've got the groove
So Ganamede, get up and move!"
Now everyone looked at the bar
At the lonely man with the big cigar
He began to move, he began to shake
He'd had as much as he could take
He took his body to the floor
And then the crowd began to roar
The stranger just had done the deed
And rocked the house with Ganamede.
From three to four he couldn't stop
From four to five he just had to rock
From five to six he let it loose
At seven he still had the juice
At eight o'clock he was goin' strong
Gettin' down with every song
At nine o'clock he couldn't dance
And someone called an ambulance
As they put him in the back
Of that big white shiny Cadillac
He said "Please get me Kurtis Blow
There's something that he ought to know"
He said "I thought I'd make my name
By beatin' you at the rappin' game
But you beat me fair and square
And anyway, I just don't care."
The stranger asked him what he meant
Said Ganamede, "I am content
I never used to catch a groove
I never used to dance or move
But it's more fun to play the fool
Than tryin' hard to be real cool
So anytime you're back in town
I'm gonna get up and I'm gonna get down!"
The stranger watched him drive away
Knowing what he'd done that day
And then he went right back inside
To make the dancers slip and slide
To rock 'em out, to rock 'em in,
To make 'em rock it down again
And he said "If you like my sound
Let me hear you all say...
Throw down! Throw down!
At the showdown! At the showdown!
Throw down! Throw down!
At the showdown! At the showdown!
Now stomp your feet
To the funky beat
Just clap your hands
And let the beat expand
Let me here the bass
Put it in my face
Let the guitar play
Just put it away
A-rock on!
lrc 歌詞
[00:08]Way Out West from way back east [00:10]Coming from a place you'd expect the least [00:12]There came a stranger, dressed in black [00:14]From a Harlem Town, a long way back [00:16]Had a Stetson hat with a band of gold [00:18]Eyes like steel, make your blood run cold [00:20]Had a microphone hanging by his side [00:22]Just ready to be amplified [00:24]Rode into town on a big black steed [00:26]Lookin' for a man named Ganamede [00:28]"I hear the dude just won't get down [00:30]If I rock this world I can rock this town!" [00:32]And when they asked him for his name [00:34]He said "Kurtis Blow, I play the rappin' game [00:36]I can do the do, I can do the deed [00:38]And tonight I'm gonna rock Ganamede!" [00:40]Now Ganamede thought he was cool [00:46]Wore Gucci shoes, had a fancy school [00:48]A fancy job in a big corporation [00:50]Fancy girls all across the nation [00:52]Fancy car, fancy clothes, [00:54]Fancy friends and fancy dough [00:57]Only one thing he wouldn't do [00:58]Is let himself get down with you [01:01]The stranger went to the old saloon [01:02]Grabbed his mike and spun a tune [01:04]And everyone in the whole darn place [01:06]Said "Do the rap and set that pace!" [01:09]He rapped 'em down and he rapped 'em out [01:10]He made 'em dance and he made 'em shout [01:12]He said "If you like Kurtis Blow [01:14]Then let me hear you all say... [01:16]A say ho-oo! Ho-oo! [01:18]Hi-yo! Hi-yo! [01:21]Say Kurtis! Kurtis! [01:22]Say Kurtis Blow! Kurtis Blow! [01:24]At midnight Ganamede came in [01:26]To watch the dancers move and spin [01:28]He took a seat over by the bar [01:30]And started smokin' a big cigar [01:32]"I admit the stranger is not bad [01:34]But tonight I'm gonna make him sad [01:36]'Cause I don't care about the groove [01:38]There ain't no dude gonna make me move!" [01:40]The joint was jumpin' hard at one [01:42]But Ganamede was havin' none [01:46]Things were really fly at two [01:47]The stranger rapped and the tension grew [01:48]But Ganamede maintained his cool [01:50]"I'll make the stranger play the fool [01:52]'Cause I don't care about the groove [01:54]There ain't no dude gonna make me move!" [01:57]The showdown came at three o'clock [02:02]The stranger said, "I'm gonna make you rock [02:05]I'm gonna make you move, I'm gonna make you dance, [02:06]They're gonna take you out in an ambulance [02:09]Now everybody lend a hand [02:11]I'm gonna make you be the band [02:13]There ain't no jive, no superstition [02:15]We're gonna have a little demolition [02:17]Get down! [02:21]Now stomp your feet [02:23]To the funky beat [02:25]Just clap your hands [02:27]And let the beat expand [02:29]Let me here the bass [02:31]Put it in my face [02:33]Let the guitar play [02:35]Just put it away [02:37]And now I think we've got the groove [02:39]So Ganamede, get up and move!" [02:42]Now everyone looked at the bar [02:47]At the lonely man with the big cigar [02:49]He began to move, he began to shake [02:51]He'd had as much as he could take [02:53]He took his body to the floor [02:55]And then the crowd began to roar [02:57]The stranger just had done the deed [02:59]And rocked the house with Ganamede. [03:01]From three to four he couldn't stop [03:03]From four to five he just had to rock [03:05]From five to six he let it loose [03:07]At seven he still had the juice [03:09]At eight o'clock he was goin' strong [03:11]Gettin' down with every song [03:13]At nine o'clock he couldn't dance [03:15]And someone called an ambulance [03:17]As they put him in the back [03:27]Of that big white shiny Cadillac [03:29]He said "Please get me Kurtis Blow [03:31]There's something that he ought to know" [03:33]He said "I thought I'd make my name [03:35]By beatin' you at the rappin' game [03:37]But you beat me fair and square [03:39]And anyway, I just don't care." [03:41]The stranger asked him what he meant [03:43]Said Ganamede, "I am content [03:45]I never used to catch a groove [03:47]I never used to dance or move [03:50]But it's more fun to play the fool [03:51]Than tryin' hard to be real cool [03:53]So anytime you're back in town [03:55]I'm gonna get up and I'm gonna get down!" [04:01]The stranger watched him drive away [04:03]Knowing what he'd done that day [04:05]And then he went right back inside [04:07]To make the dancers slip and slide [04:09]To rock 'em out, to rock 'em in, [04:11]To make 'em rock it down again [04:13]And he said "If you like my sound [04:15]Let me hear you all say... [04:18]Throw down! Throw down! [04:19]At the showdown! At the showdown! [04:21]Throw down! Throw down! [04:23]At the showdown! At the showdown! [04:25]Now stomp your feet [04:27]To the funky beat [04:29]Just clap your hands [04:31]And let the beat expand [04:33]Let me here the bass [04:35]Put it in my face [04:37]Let the guitar play [04:39]Just put it away [04:41]A-rock on!
