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Everyone in this video moves like Jagger except for Adam and Cristina

It is about effing time that someone came out with a dance song paying homage to Mick Jagger. Barbara Streisand has one and she isn't even known for her bad ass moves like Mick is- although bitch can werk, don't get me wrong.

Thumbs up to Adam Levine for this slightly-auto-tuned basstastic make ya head bob number. I could do with less verse, a little more Cristina (and waay fewer clothes on her) and a lot more of Jagger's actual moves. And the two singers (Levine and Aguilera) don't actually move like Jagger, what gives? Isn't there a show that teaches celebrities how to dance? Oh wait, is that the show they host? I can't keep up. Either way, Mick Jagger wins. And either way I'll hate this song in about a week so let's just enjoy it for now.

The boys of Duck Sauce did a much better job of showing their love to Barbara though. Check it out below. Imma wait for a song showing some love for Bowie. Check out this collection of David Bowie's best moves strung together underneath his hit, "John I'm Only Dancing".


Check out the video for "Moves Like Jagger" below and leave your thoughts.



And now for some Barbara



up next, David Bowie?

Comments

NVME said…
Every time I hear that Duck Sauce song, I think of this one ( http://youtu.be/DzHrRBpTZcc ) and although Marla and the Girls of 227 dance like the Supremes, not Jagger, I'm sure that Thom has some of his moves covered (See Lotus Flower Video, compare to Dancing in The Streets Video)And we're back to Bowie... Dance Magic Dance!
Anonymous said…
Christina is very fat now, you dont want to see her with out clothes

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