Won't somebody come and move with this Sway your hips and move your arms like this Won't somebody come and move with this everybody grab a body come and grove with this I go back, back in time, in my mind to my earlies memory when I'd be singin' songs, all day long, long before I could even speak with a high pitched voice, a noise that was glass shattering With a look of fear, people would cup their ears I'd send'em scatering But I didn't care cuz my songs were my prayers they helped to get me through All of my days with a melody or phrase It would keep me from fellin' blue Chorus: Music is my life like blood racing through my veins it makes it's way to my heart and that's where it stays Move ahead a few years, now I'm a teenager and trying to find my way In my church in the choir, I was asked to retire and maybe just to pray Then one day I was singing away and I was told to sing a big record man, with a major plan and a dotted line