(John Mc Kenna; Michael Chambosse; Axel Jensen; Christoph Leis-Bendorff) 1987
Way back in 29 there was a wall street crash
Prohibition was beginning to run out of gas
Al Capone's macaroni in a tommy gun
Was burning Chicago but we still had fun
This is a tap rap, tap rap (Pick it up, kick it out)
This is a tap rap, tap rap
This is a tap rap, tap rap (Pick it up, kick it out)
Soon Hollywood was getting it in song and dance
And the rhythm was a killer no one had chance
When Fred Astaire was tappin' on his dancing shoes
Ginges was beginning to get all confused
They did it in the morning in the broad daylight
And even at the Palace in the middle of the night
On a bus, on a train, on a ship or on a plane
They did it like Gene Kelly in the pourin' rain
This is a tap rap, tap rap (Pick it up, kick it out)
This is a tap rap, tap rap
This is a tap rap, tap rap (Pick it up, kick it out)
The bossanova's in a coma and the twist is a miss
And the rumba's in a tumble to the bottom of the list
Nine to five you can jive but you 're really not alive
Till you do it to the music in a uptown dive
Now everybody's diggin' in a lit up discoteque
Mama's little number done in stereo effect
Casanovas in tuxedos putting on the rits
There's a rumble in the jungle when their feet begin to twitch
This is a tap rap, tap rap (Pick it up, kick it out)
This is a tap rap, tap rap
This is a tap rap, tap rap (Pick it up, kick it out)
This is a tap rap, tap rap (Pick it up, kick it out)
This is a tap rap, tap rap (Pick it up, kick it out)
This is a tap rap, tap rap (Pick it up, kick it out)
Gotta go take a dance with a filly in a trance
Do my Rudolph Valentino if I ever get a chance
Cos I'm hip with my lip and the beat in my shoes
Is drummin' up a rhythm gonna blow my fuse
This is a tap rap, tap rap (Pick it up, kick it out)
This is a tap rap, tap rap (Pick it up, kick it out)...
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From album back cover
