Yes sir,I can boogie sounds like the silliest thing you'll ever hear.Whilst you can take it from me guys that there are songs many times sillier,it's still one of the worst pieces of claptrap out there.The dude she's talking to in this number-Has he arrived from another galaxy or something?The only thing which seems to dominate his mind is dancing.Added to that,what kind of establishment is this farago of nonsense taking place in?What manner of wierd chick have we got here?I can just about envisage some strange dimly lit nightclub which caters for decidely odd clientelle.Like this girl who isn't fazed in the slightest by this dude who solely wishes to know if she can boogie.I mean guys,we've definately got a number here which should have been strangled at birth.She's coming out with some really wierd stuff.She tells him that if he tries her once he'll beg for more.More what?More boogieing?She'll boogie woogie with him all night long.If he stays he can't go wrong.She doesn't feel much like a chat or a stroll,and anyway all he's interested in is a good night's boogieing.When she says chorus it comes out sounding exactly like coosh-I had to check out the lyrics once to see what the mysterious word was,and couldn't see for the life of me how chorus became corrupted to coosh.All this insane prattle is rounded out with her telling this decidedly strange patron that she will give him one more chance.To do what precisely?Quit with the flimflam questions and actually get down to that all important boogieing?Guys,it's hard to believe at times that such cloud cuckoo land fare made it onto the pop scene.