| Some of the Flavor Five discs in rotation Keeping it on until the break of dawn A smile for my baby love Wait a minute Mr. Postman My life is filled with rain But it's music and I can use it Her private dancer Take her in my arms Fill her with my charms The lingua franca of funk This diversion, a chance to get down A,B,C 1,2,3 Apple, peaches, pumpkin pie Give me a beat And free my soul Five discs in rotation From the Motor City to my ears Music travels with tireless legs The harmonies are still fresh and seductive Moving my feet Perking my ears My backbone slips I am a rubberband man Stepping out with the girl Who makes bread slice turn to toast People get ready for the train to Motown Reach out and I'll be there Then you'll know why fools fall in love |