It was a few months after I graduated, but I had returned to the city for The Doktah’s birthday party. A bunch of us got together and had cake and ice cream, and then went up to a local bar for some drinks and dancing. While we were there, The Doktah put in a request for Brick House by The Commodores and made me promise to dance with her when it came on.
So we waited at the table until we heard the familiar strains of our song. “Let’s go dance!” The Doktah said, and off we went. We had a great time, dancing away. Brick House is a great song, after all. And while we danced, we sang along with the music. The last time the refrain came around I sang it again:
Play that funky music, white boy!
Play that funky music, hey!
Play that funky music, white boy!
Lay down and boogie and play that funky music till you – Wait, this isn’t Brick House!”
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