I feel like jumping
Lord I feel like shouting now
I feel like moving
I feel like grooving now
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I feel like laughing
Lord I feel like crying now
I feel like sighing
And I feel like dying
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I feel like jumping
Lord I feel like shouting now
I feel like moving
And I feel like grooving
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I meant to say, say it one more time Brian Those memories relish my mind and keep me focus on life's journey. Boy, life was sweet. All when we were hungry good music fill us up.
It was probably 1989 in Santa Cruz. I was more of a modgirl, but there was this really tight group of S.H.A.R.P skinheads that were way into old ska and rocksteady. They put on dances at a tiny community dance studio, and you’d have like 100 mods and skins wearing Doc Martens skanking like crazy. The floor would shake from all those pounding boots!!
This song was always the one that brought down the house—the crowd would go bananas and EVERYBODY got out on the dance floor. A treasured time in my youth.