The Breaks

Clap your hands, everybody If you got what it takes 'Cause I'm Kurtis Blow and I want you to know That these are the breaks Brakes on a bus, brakes on a car Breaks to make you a superstar Breaks to win and breaks to lose But these here breaks will rock your shoes And these are the breaks Break it up, break it up, break it up If your woman steps out with another man (That's the breaks, that's the breaks) And she runs off with him to Japan (That's the breaks, that's the breaks) And the IRS says they wanna chat (That's the breaks, that's the breaks) And you can't explain why you claimed your cat (That's the breaks, that's the breaks) And Ma Bell sends you a whoppin' bill (That's the breaks, that's the breaks) With eighteen phone calls to Brazil (That's the breaks, that's the breaks) And you borrowed money from the mob (That's the breaks, that's the breaks) And yesterday you lost your job (That's the breaks, that's the breaks) Well, these are the breaks Break it up, break it up, break it up Throw your hands up in the sky And wave 'em 'round from side to side And if you deserve a break tonight Somebody say alright (alright) Say, ho (ho) You don't stop Keep on, somebody scream (oww) Break down Breaks on a stage, breaks on a screen Breaks to make your wallet lean Breaks run cold and breaks run hot Some folks got 'em and some have not But these are the breaks Break it up, break it up, break it up Break down