Fifty-five Ford died right on the road

Drove for the curb, raised up the hood

Couldn't see nothing wrong, line o' cars long

Traffic bogged down, tryin' to drive around

Officer Lamar, walkin' toward the car:

"Move it!", "Come along move it",

"You cannot stop it here, now move it", "Move it"

"Get out of there, move it"



Three and two the count, bases loaded down

Slugger at the plate, known to hit 'em straight

Tension from the fans, shoutin' in the stands

Signal from the catch, pitcher's in the stretch

Bat 'n' ball crack, pitcher's backin' back:

"Move it!", "Move it!", "Get along, move it!"

"The ball is droppin' past, now" "Move it!"

"Let the ball, now, let's go home, now, move it!"





She drives a Mustang, she lets her hair hang

She dresses like a fish, makes you look and wish

Puts you in a trance, body built to dance

Rock N' Roll Queen, twistin' in between

Play a super song, watch her get it on

Pretty, wow!

"Get hip, move it!" "Move it"