Pump It Up
Yeah!
Huh!
I've been on tenterhooks, ending in dirty looks
Listening to the Muzak, thinking 'bout this and that
She said that's that, I don't wanna chitter-chat
Turn it down a little bit or turn it down flat, oh
Pump it up
Pump it up
Until you can feel it
Down in the pleasure center, hell-bent or heaven sent
Listen to the propaganda, listen to the latest slander
There's nothing underhand that she wouldn't understand
Pump it up
Until you can feel it
Pump it up
When you don't really need it
Yeah
She's been a bad girl, she's like a chemical
Though you try to stop it, she's like a narcotic
You wanna torture her, you wanna talk to her
All the things you bought for her, couldn't get a temperature
Pump it up
Until you can feel it
Pump it up
When you don't really need it
No, you don't really need it
You got to pump it up
Out in the fashion show, down in the bargain bin
You put your passion out under the pressure pin
Fall into submission, hit-and-run transmission
No use wishing now for any other sin
Pump it up
Until you can feel it
Pump it up
No, you don't really need it
Oh
Hey, hey, hey
Pump it up
Until you can feel it
You've got to pump it up
Pump it up, pump it up
Yeah, pump it up
Until you can feel it
Pump it up
No, you don't really need it
Don't really need it
No, you don't really need it
Pump it up
Don't really need it
Pump it up
Hey, hey, pump it up!
Huh!
I've been on tenterhooks, ending in dirty looks
Listening to the Muzak, thinking 'bout this and that
She said that's that, I don't wanna chitter-chat
Turn it down a little bit or turn it down flat, oh
Pump it up
Pump it up
Until you can feel it
Down in the pleasure center, hell-bent or heaven sent
Listen to the propaganda, listen to the latest slander
There's nothing underhand that she wouldn't understand
Pump it up
Until you can feel it
Pump it up
When you don't really need it
Yeah
She's been a bad girl, she's like a chemical
Though you try to stop it, she's like a narcotic
You wanna torture her, you wanna talk to her
All the things you bought for her, couldn't get a temperature
Pump it up
Until you can feel it
Pump it up
When you don't really need it
No, you don't really need it
You got to pump it up
Out in the fashion show, down in the bargain bin
You put your passion out under the pressure pin
Fall into submission, hit-and-run transmission
No use wishing now for any other sin
Pump it up
Until you can feel it
Pump it up
No, you don't really need it
Oh
Hey, hey, hey
Pump it up
Until you can feel it
You've got to pump it up
Pump it up, pump it up
Yeah, pump it up
Until you can feel it
Pump it up
No, you don't really need it
Don't really need it
No, you don't really need it
Pump it up
Don't really need it
Pump it up
Hey, hey, pump it up!
Credits
Writer(s): Elvis Costello, Juan Esteban Aristiz Bal Vasquez
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