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About the Song

In the realm of funk music, there are undeniable anthems that have the power to ignite dance floors and transport listeners to a realm of pure, unadulterated groove. Among these timeless classics, “Stomp!” by The Brothers Johnson stands out as a beacon of infectious energy and irresistible rhythm. Released in 1980 as part of their album Light Up the Night, this iconic track has cemented its place in music history as a definitive party starter.

From the opening notes, “Stomp!” exudes an irresistible invitation to move. The infectious bassline, courtesy of Louis Johnson, locks into a steady groove that pulsates with unrestrained energy. George Johnson’s guitar riffs weave through the arrangement, adding layers of funk and excitement, while drummer Alex Weir propels the beat forward with relentless precision.

Over this irresistible foundation, the brothers’ vocal harmonies soar, exuding an infectious blend of joy and exuberance. Their call-and-response style, a hallmark of their sound, adds a playful dynamic to the track, further fueling the party atmosphere.

The lyrics, infused with simple yet powerful affirmations, capture the essence of the song’s message: to let loose, embrace the moment, and revel in the joy of movement. The repeated refrain, “Stomp!”, serves as a rallying cry, urging listeners to throw off their inhibitions and surrender to the irresistible rhythm.

The impact of “Stomp!” extends far beyond its initial release. The song has become a staple in the playlists of DJs and partygoers worldwide, its infectious energy guaranteed to fill any dance floor. Its enduring popularity has earned it a place in numerous films and television shows, further solidifying its status as a cultural touchstone.

In conclusion, “Stomp!” by The Brothers Johnson stands as a testament to the enduring power of funk music to ignite joy, inspire movement, and create a sense of shared revelry. Its infectious groove, irresistible melody, and empowering message have made it an undeniable party anthem that continues to captivate listeners across generations. So, the next time you find yourself in need of a musical pick-me-up, turn up the volume, let loose, and let the irresistible rhythm of “Stomp!” transport you to a realm of pure, unadulterated dance fever.

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Lyrics: Stomp!

Steppin’ out the weekends open wide
Fill it up, let’s blast the jams and rideWhile we’re cruisin’ around in the street
Listen up for the party in feet
Slap me five that’s the place we’ve arrived, it’s aliveEv’rybody take it to the top we’re
Gonna stomp all night
In the neighbourhood
Don’t it feel all right

Gonna stomp all night
Wanna party
Till the morning light

Runnin’, runnin’, runnin’

The set is hot, there’s people wall to wall
Old ones, young things, short ones standing tall

So grab the one with the smile on her face
And hit the floor and stay right on the case
The heat is on and the funk just won’t leave us alone

Ev’rybody take it to the top we’re
Gonna stomp all night
In the neighbourhood
Don’t it feel all right

Gonna stomp all night
Wanna party
Till the morning light

Gonna stomp all night
In the neighbourhood
Don’t it feel all right

Gonna stomp all night
Wanna party
Till the morning light

Stomp!

Stomp, step down in it
Put your foot where you feel the fit
Stomp, you don’t wanna quit
Put your heels where you’re feeling it

Stomp, step down in it
Put your foot where you feel the fit
Stomp, you don’t wanna quit
Put your heels where you’re feeling it

Stomp, step down in it
Put your foot where you feel the fit
Stomp, you don’t wanna quit
Put your heels where you’re feeling it

Stomp all night
In the neighbourhood
Don’t it feel all right

Gonna stomp all night
Wanna party
Till the morning light

Stomp all night
In the neighbourhood
Don’t it feel all right

Gonna stomp all night
Wanna party
Till the morning light (Well, well, well)

Stomp all night
In the neighbourhood
Don’t it feel all right

Gonna stomp all night
Wanna party
Till the morning light

Stomp all night
In the neighbourhood
Don’t it feel all right

Gonna stomp all night
Wanna party
Till the morning light

Stomp all night
In the neighbourhood
Don’t it feel all right

Gonna stomp all night (All night)
Wanna party
Till the morning light

Stomp!

Stomp, step down in it
Put your foot where you feel the fit (Take it to the top)
Stomp, you don’t wanna quit
Put your heels where you’re feeling it (Take it to the top)

Stomp, step down in it
Put your foot where you feel the fit (Take it to the top)
Stomp, you don’t wanna quit
Put your heels where you’re feeling it (Take it to the top)

Stomp, step down in it
Put your foot where you feel the fit (Take it to the top)
Stomp, you don’t wanna quit
Put your heels where you’re feeling it (Take it to the top)

Stomp, step down in it
Put your foot where you feel the fit
Stomp, you don’t wanna quit
Put your heels where you’re feeling it

Stomp, step down in it
Put your foot where you feel the fit
Stomp, you don’t wanna quit
Put your heels where you’re feeling it

Stomp, step down in it
Put your foot where you feel the fit
Stomp, you don’t wanna quit
Put your heels where you’re feeling it

Stomp, step down in it
Put your foot where you feel the fit
Stomp, you don’t wanna quit
Put your heels where you’re feeling it

Stomp, step down in it
Put your foot where you feel the fit
Stomp, you don’t wanna quit

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