Back It Up Caro Emerald

[Introduction]
New Orleans, 1951. A bar full of genius players, double dealing, sweet talking players with more on their mind than numbers, converge where the hustlers lay on the sugar thicker than the cheap wine that flows in the back rooms of the gambling halls. Eyes shift to the white girl who is obviously lost, or from out of town. And as soon as the timpani plays and she grabs the microphone, her voice moves her from pariah to princess of the pleasure dome. A coincidence? No, not really...

[Verse 1]
I can't stop shaking
The room has a groove and the floor
It's almost earthquaking
Uh-uh
Look what we're making
History out on the floor
And it's just awaking
Uh-uh

[Pre-Chorus]
So get that needle in the core
Scratch that back and gimme more
You know 'zactly what I came here for
Back it up and do it again

[Chorus]
From the middle to the top to the end
Ba dlun dla dla doday
Ba dlun dla dla doday
Back to the middle to the front to the end
Za dlun dla dla doday
Everybody ba dlun doday
I don't care if he's a friend
From the front to the middle to the back to the end