Get Down
Eat that booger
Yeah yeah
Hit that booger
Yeah yeah
FZ: Take it away, George.
George:
Come on back out. What you doing here?
Napoleon:
That's that cream of wheat coming out of you.
George:
You know where I'm going, Napi, don't you?
Napoleon:
Ah, no. That cream of wheat this morning, I know where you going.
George:
Oh, but you know I'm gonna eat some sweet potato pie, you know that?
Napoleon:
What?
George:
Come on, get down!
George:
Come on, Napi, you know where I'm going?
Napoleon:
Oakland, ah, yeah.
Say, say, say.
George:
You ever been to Oakland, California?
You know this place in Oakland? You know I can't stand.
Napoleon:
Turn right, George. You're going by the Doggie Diner. Turn right.
FZ:
Can I get a holler?
Can I get a holler?
George:
You know sometimes I just can't talk.
I just, I just wanna . . .
I just wanna thank you all for let me be myself and let go on and play . . .
FZ: Yes, yes. It's a cheap version of "Jungle Boogie," you guessed it.
George:
Ooh! Get the party on.
I wanna talk about your room.
Napoleon:
What?
George:
I wanna talk about your room.
Napoleon:
Wait a minute now.
George:
Last night.
Napoleon:
That was not . . .
George:
Chicago.
Napoleon:
That was, that was not . . .
George:
The Playboy.
The Playboy, I'm talkin' 'bout your room.
Napoleon:
I've never heard of no Jewish boogers.
George:
Ha ha ha . . .
Wait a minute now, what you got to say about that, Simmons?
What you got to say about that, Simmons?
Jeff:
I've got to say this, Duke . . .
George:
Say!
Napoleon:
Wait a minute, I saw you with that girl from the Playboy Club, don't come jiving now, Simmons!
George:
Put the light on that spook.
Napoleon:
Tell the truth, Simmons. Tell the truth.
Jeff:
I went down and said, "Look . . . "
Napoleon:
Wait a minute, Unity. Put the light on that . . . please.
George:
What did you say? Get down, Simmons.
Jeff:
"I know I'm not your type, but you, you bunnies are jive!"
Napoleon:
No . . .
Jeff:
I said, "You all definitely got a problem."
I said, "Funky Room Service really did me wrong this time, sure enough Frank, out of sight."
Napoleon:
Cold toast with no butter! Who ever heard—
FZ:
Can I get a holler?
Napoleon:
Wait a minute.
George:
Can I get a holler?
Napoleon:
I think she's keeping it behind you, Simmons.
George:
But Simmons gonna get a holler?
Whoa, get down, Simmons!
FZ:
And in Simmons' case . . .
Napoleon:
Wait a minute.
I wanna . . .
FZ:
Can I get a collar?
George:
Ooh, get down, Simmons!
Look at that broad play!
Look at that broad play!
Napoleon:
Wow! Get down, honey, get down, honey, get down, honey!
George:
Broad is funky.
That broad is funky.
Napoleon:
Get down.
Whoa!
George:
Well anyway . . .
Napoleon:
Simmons . . .
Wait a minute, don't tell me . . .
Jeff:
Hey . . .
Napoleon:
Don't tell me that's your hurt tonight!
Wait a minute. Wait a minute! Wait a minute!
Wait a minute, what are you playing with there?
Jeff:
Hey, hey, hold it.
Bring the band on down behind him . . . boys.
This is the part where I lead the group.
Now listen, friends, this originally sold nationally at $19.95.
Remember the white zone is for guitar players only!
And let me tell you this about that . . .
These Playboy bunnies are really great.
You can have one in your room.
This one's name is Sheila.
I know we play a funky little sound up here, but I know y'all wanna get down with some real funk, so check it out!
George:
Get down, Simmons!
Jeff:
Hey. Hey. Don't get any ideas. This belongs to Don.
Napoleon:
Now I walk.
Now every time we go on a tour, we try to get some . . .
Some . . .
Leg, you know?
But this one. We're gonna get this one to walk.
Jeff:
Now that's action!
Napoleon:
What? Wait a minute.
Wait a minute!
FZ:
Uh-oh, uh-oh!
Napoleon:
Wait a minute!
FZ:
Wait a minute . . .
Napoleon:
She gonna turn on us.
Don't turn on us, wait a minute.
Hey, Frank . . .
George:
What's that coming out of her?
Napoleon:
I think I . . .
FZ:
Yeah, really.
Napoleon:
I think I . . .
FZ:
Yeah.
Napoleon:
Do the ma— Hah . . .
Wait . . .
FZ:
She must be from San Francisco.
George:
Wait a minute now.
San Francisco is all right with me! Yeah hah hah!
FZ:
No, she can't be from San Francisco.
She's too clean.
George:
Heh heh heh . . .
FZ:
She must be from Max's Kansas City.
George:
Wow! Get down, Simmons!
Go and get that dance.
High!
FZ:
You know, you know, uh, you guys are all gonna have to go to confession for this.
Napoleon:
Wait . . . Wait!
Jeff:
Hi. I'm Ara Parseghian Jr.
You know you can fit a lot of steroids into these new Ford vans . . .
The football team, you know, it's really, really together.
FZ:
Sick!
Jeff:
And Caleb, let me tell you . . .
It's really nice up here.
FZ: Ah, but that's not all, ladies and gentlemen!
George:
Where we going?
All right.
