He’s The Band

Lyrics

Cut! (Fast) Cut! (F-fa-fast!) He's the band! Cut, cut, cut, cut! (Fast!) Cut, cut, cut, cut! (Fast!) Now the days of the big band swing is dead 'Cause there's a new thing y'all to shake your head I'm talking instrumentation, music syncopation Brought to you in illustration It is designed just with you in mind We put it together for your good time Now let's dissect the parts from the whole You might think that this concept is bold He is a guy who doesn't have a lot to say Puts the needle in the groove and then he lets it play Now you all know who I'm talking about Because from party to party he turns you out He's the guy who tells you what to say As he lets his funky record play Now let me lay it out straight so you can understand He's Scratch on Galaxy and he's the band! Kick it! Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh! He's the band! Cut, cut, cut, cut! (Fast!) Cut, cut, cut, cut! (Fast!) Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh! He's the band! Cut, cut, cut, cut! (Fast!) Cut, cut, cut, cut! (Fast!) There are a thousand sounds at his fingertips He's the maestro and he never skips! Well he slices and he dices and he cuts so mean Just put him in your kitchen like [?] machine He mixes the records like a work of art He's the band, a modern day Mozart Now show him your specialty And conduct your musical symphony Scratch On! Cut, cut, cut (Fast!) Cut, cut, cut (Fast!) Cut, cut, cut (Fast) (Fast!) Cut (Fast!) Cut (Fast!) Cut (Fast!) Cut, cut, cut (Fast!) Cut, cut, cut (Fast!) Cut, cut, cut (Fast) (Fast!) Cut (Fast!) Cut (Fast!) Cut (Fast!) Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh! He's the band! Cut, cut, cut, cut! (Fast!) Cut, cut, cut, cut! (Fast!) Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh! He's the band! Cut, cut, cut, cut! (Fast!) Cut, cut, cut, cut! (Fast!) When we arrive at the studio we just relax Because in the palm of his hand he holds 24 tracks Of music, combined, with lyrics in mind The only thing he can't do is what we do and that's rhyme Just imagine travelin' from state to state When the only thing you carry is a record case No drums, no bass or piano keys The turntable is all he needs! And maybe a mixer from time to time So he can drop the music when we bust a rhyme Because he has it so easy 'cause he travels so light Rockin' and rollin' from night to night No roadies needed or extra help 'Cause he carried those instruments by himself I'm talkin' one, two, three and we're ready to play Because all we need is our DJ! Kick it! Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh! He's the band! Cut, cut, cut, cut! (Fast!) Cut, cut, cut, cut! (Fast!) Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh! He's the band! Cut, cut, cut, cut! (Fast!) Cut, cut, cut, cut! (Fast!) Now that you've seen what's up his sleeve (Hey!) It's about time for us to leave Pack your guitar, your keys, and place your bass And brother put 'em on in your record case Take the [?], the snare and the kick 'Cause we're about to show you a litle rick Now this is for the girls and all the fellas Bust this rap in acapela! Dr. Jeckyll and Mr. Hyde And we're flying through your friendly skies Look up babydoll and we'll catch your eye Comin' rockin' so hard you'll be hypnotized From the music, power, hour after hour Sounding so sweet we could never be sour Make sure that you are around When Dr. Jeckyll, Mr. Hyde and the band baby Come to town Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh! He's the band! Cut, cut, cut, cut! (Fast!) Cut, cut, cut, cut! (Fast!) Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh! He's the band! Make sure that you are around When Dr. Jeckyll, Mr. Hyde and the band baby Come to town Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh! He's the band! Cut, cut, cut, cut! (Fast!) Cut, cut, cut, cut! (Fast!) Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh! He's the band! Make sure that you are around When Dr. Jeckyll, Mr. Hyde and the band baby Come to town