Track byMartha Reeves & The Vandellas
Babe, I wanna tell you what's exactly on my mind I won't stay at home another night While you're out makin' time I'm well aware of where you go And every girl you see 'Cause whenever I can't find you, Boy, my phone begins to ring I can't dance to that music you're playin' Stop, think it over, & rewrite your tune I can't dance to that music you're playin' Go get yourself a piano, you'd better do it soon Last Friday night the phone rang You said "Where's Little Joe? We had a one-night stand To play down on Covent Road If you went down to the park to play You weren't playin' with your band 'Cause your sax was here at home All night behind your music stand I can't dance to that music you're playin' Stop, think it over, and rewrite your tune I can't dance to that music you're playin' Go get yourself a piano, you'd better do it soon I can't dance (I can't dance) I can't dance (I can't dance) I can't dance to what you're singin' I can't dance to what you're playin' I can't dance to that music you're playin' Stop, think it over, and rewrite your tune I can't dance to that music you're playin' Go get yourself a piano, you'd better do it soon If you really love me, then unpack your bags and stay Don't tell me you've got to think it over, got to get away I've taken all that medicine of yours that I can stand Now please change your prescription or find another band I can't dance to that music you're playin' Stop, think it over, & rewrite your tune I can't dance to that music you're playin' Go get yourself a piano, you'd better do it soon