[bad word] on, shake your body baby, do the conga
I know you can't control yourself any longer
Feel the rhythm of it is getting stronger
Don't you fight it, do you try to do the conga beat

Everybody gather 'round now
Let your body feel the heat
Don't you worry if you can't dance;
Let the music move your feet [bad word] on, shake your body baby, do the conga
I know you can't control yourself any longer
Feel the rhythm of it is getting stronger
Don't you fight it, do you try to do the conga beat

Turn the beat around
Love to hear the percussion
Turn it upside down
Love to hear the percussion
Love to hear it

Blow horns you sure sound pretty
Your violins keep movin’ to the nitty gritty
When you hear the scratch of the guitars scratchin’
Then you’ll know that rhythm carries all the action

It's the rhythm of the island, and like sugar-canes so sweet
If you want to do the conga, you've got to listen to the beat

Turn the beat around
Love to hear the percussion
Turn it upside down
Love to hear the percussion
Love to hear the percussion
Love to hear the percussion