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Amy's Jam

In no particular order:

Bow Down Mister - Culture Club
I'm Gonna Be (500 Miles) - The Proclaimers
Hey Mama - Black Eyed Peas
Mr. Brightside - The Killers
Then He Kissed Me - The Crystals
Love Shack - B52s
Wild Boys - Duran Duran
MMM Bop - Hanson
Two Princes - Spin Doctors
SexyBack - Justin Timberlake
Numb - Linkin Park
Walking on Sunshine - Katrina and the Waves
Welcome to the Jungle - Guns N Roses
Get Ready for This - 2 Unlimited
Mickey - Toni Basil
Who Let the Dogs Out - Baha Men
YMCA - The Village People
Rock this Town - Brian Setzer
Break the Ice - Brittney Spears
Shut up and Drive - Rihanna
Song for the Lonely - Cher
Hollaback Girl - Gwen Stefani

Comments

Brianne said…
I have SEVERAL!!! Here are a select few that I like to work out to:
1. Chemical Calisthenics - Blackalicious

2. Boom Boom Boom Boom - Venga Boys

3. Breathe - Michelle Branch

4. Bust It - Young MC

5. We Didn't Start the Fire - Billy Joel

6. Nasty - Janet Jackson

7. Reptilia - The Strokes

8. Groove Is In the Heart - DeeeLite

9. I Will Survive - Cake

10. Blister In the Sun - Violent Femmes

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