The Break Song - Roger Troutman

Break, break, break…

There’s a new dance spreadin' like

Wallflowers

They add a new step about

Every hour

I tried to find out who could teach me

They said:

«You can find out if you watch TV»

Yes they did, yeah

I turned on my set to check it out

The steps they had

But the rhythm they worked out

So I went to the ghetto

To check it out (yes I did)

When I got to the ghetto

Here’s what I found

Everybody is breakdancin', too good oh my head

But the ghetto children they are the kings, they are the queens to me

Could this be real, it 's like magic to me

They move on their shoulders as well as their feet

Keep on movin'

Turn the street corners, Lord, into dance halls

Keep on breakin'

Slap music blastin', a pulsating beat

Oh how I love to watch you ghetto child slammin' down

Slammin' down, slammin' down

(I can dig it, just break out…

Aw, aw, aw, ah)

Everybody is breakdancin', too good oh my head

But the ghetto children they are the kings, they are they queens to me

They made a Hollywood movie about breakdancin' (yes they did)

They should’ve brought their cameras straight to the ghetto

Lemme tell you 'bout a cat I saw

He couldn’t be more than 3 feet tall

It was a real thrill diggin' on him

Steppin', dancin', watchin' him spin

After doin' several steps he laid flat on his back

He froze babe, I thought he was dead

The next time I saw him he was down on his head breakin' down

Everybody is breakdancin', too good oh my head

But the the ghetto children they are the kings, they are the queens to me

Ah…

Break, break, break…