Nothing but a funk band, doing their thing over a simmering proto-disco groove. How did I not know these cats were from Brooklyn until just now? Wikipedia didn’t help me this time, either! Last.fm gave me this surprising (to me, anyway) info. Yes, folks, I still scribble like a mug. Anyway, regardless of where B.T. Express comes from, those handclaps kick in and I’m ready to jump onto the nearest Soul Train line.
I appreciate the lyrical message, but I feel like B.T. Express is encouraging me to get into trouble. See, my life requires self-restraint. If I did the things I love until I was satisfied, I’d have my legs chopped off, a very sore dick, and I’d never go into work. So if I ever record a cover of this song, I’m gonna be responsible and change the title to “Do It (’Til You’re Satisfied) (Within Reason, Of Course)”.