By: Tony L. Jefferson, Jr.

I hear that beat that rumbles the streets

As we dance and dance in this midnight heat

It bounces through the ears of the people of the night

Flying high in the air like a high flying kite

It moves and sashays like a dancing lady

Or like the dance you dance when the checks fat on payday

Rhythmic harmonies betray my feet

Making some dance till they fall asleep

But this beat rises like those hydraulic cars

And even pulls drunks out of those bars

I want to dance the night away

Just like music did that day