Songwriter: Rupert Holmes
Producer: Jim Boyer Rupert Holmes
You and me can beat this rap
It's a rat race headin' for a mouse trap
Let's drop it
Mmm, honey, let's drop it, drop it, drop it, drop it
Who's got what and what's got who?
Ain't got one damn thing to do with me and you
Let's drop it
Mmm, honey, let's drop it, drop it, drop it, drop it
Drop these games of droppin' names
They can't impress me less
Drop a stitch 'cause some rich bitch
Tells you how you should dress
Styles and trends are all dead ends
Just smoke rings in the air
And you know it's true that I love to see you
When you ain't got a thing to wear
Mmm, let's get off the assembly line
I want to make your body a friend of mine
Hmm, drop it
Whoa, honey, let's drop it, drop it, drop it, drop it
Who is in and who is out
Is not exactly what I thought we'd talk about
Let's drop it
Oh, honey, let's drop it, drop it, drop it, drop it
What we've got and what we've not
Will change from week to week
We could stash a pile of cash
If cash is all we seek
Why not blow a wad of dough
And see the world at large?
If the world should end, least we'll know, my friend
That we both beat out Master Charge
All our cares and all our woes
And all our so-called friends who treat us more like foes
Let's drop 'em
Spend it as they lend it
Better us than them, I guess
What we don't spend now finds its way somehow
To a guy at the IRS
All my talk's gone on too long
We'll let the guitar player take out this song
While we drop it
Mmm, honey, let's drop it
Mmm, please don't stop it
Drop it
Whoa, baby, don't stop it
Mmm, drop it
Mmm, stop it
Oh, honey, let's drop it
It's a rat race headin' for a mouse trap
Let's drop it
Mmm, honey, let's drop it, drop it, drop it, drop it
Who's got what and what's got who?
Ain't got one damn thing to do with me and you
Let's drop it
Mmm, honey, let's drop it, drop it, drop it, drop it
Drop these games of droppin' names
They can't impress me less
Drop a stitch 'cause some rich bitch
Tells you how you should dress
Styles and trends are all dead ends
Just smoke rings in the air
And you know it's true that I love to see you
When you ain't got a thing to wear
Mmm, let's get off the assembly line
I want to make your body a friend of mine
Hmm, drop it
Whoa, honey, let's drop it, drop it, drop it, drop it
Who is in and who is out
Is not exactly what I thought we'd talk about
Let's drop it
Oh, honey, let's drop it, drop it, drop it, drop it
What we've got and what we've not
Will change from week to week
We could stash a pile of cash
If cash is all we seek
Why not blow a wad of dough
And see the world at large?
If the world should end, least we'll know, my friend
That we both beat out Master Charge
All our cares and all our woes
And all our so-called friends who treat us more like foes
Let's drop 'em
Spend it as they lend it
Better us than them, I guess
What we don't spend now finds its way somehow
To a guy at the IRS
All my talk's gone on too long
We'll let the guitar player take out this song
While we drop it
Mmm, honey, let's drop it
Mmm, please don't stop it
Drop it
Whoa, baby, don't stop it
Mmm, drop it
Mmm, stop it
Oh, honey, let's drop it
more tracks from the album
From the album
- Partners in Crime (1979)
Rupert Holmes popular songs
- Escape (The Piña Colada Song)
- Weekend Lover
- Bagdad
- The O’Brien Girl
- Him (single edit)
- Annabella
- Special Thanks
- Cold
- Soap Opera
- Let’s Get Crazy Tonight
- You’ll Love Me Again
- Speechless
- Answering Machine
- Brass Knuckles
- I Don’t Need You
- Our National Pastime
- Partners in Crime
- Full Circle
- Morning Man
- Everything Gets Better When You’re Drunk
- Second Saxophone
- Phantom of the Opera
- Letters That Cross in the Mail
- Talk