Pump Me up (Live)

(Pump, pump, pump, pump me up)

(Pump, pump, pump, pump me up)
Like the man with the super 'S' on his cape
We're gonna junk the punk
And we got no I'm DJ Rock and I can pass the test
But to get down the From the East to West
This party piece, that party piece
I'll pump them all with the greatest of ease
This is DJ Rock with the masterpiece
The boogie and the sound that moves your feet
Somebody say (Get up, get up)
Somebody say (Get up, get up)
You party good, you goin' down
You complement this funky sound
The punk is here so you can groove
We gonna make your body move
And that brother there, his name is Psych
He's gonna hit you with the record you can boogie tonight

I say downtown somethin' was mind
Just listen here closer, while I tell you my line
I'm slick be very annoyed
I'm known by the name And when checkin' out the others that dress so mean
They put me in the mind of a Mr. But Calvin Kline seems to come through
Until Yves St Laurent walks up to GQ
But that's not it, they still want more
So I send them down to Studio 54
Say Jordache boys sure to see 'em Sassooned
I've got that make the tunes
Can you smile, can you style acting just like a jerk
But all he wants to see is your body work
(Work your body, work your body, work your body. Work your body)
(Work your body, work your body, work your body. Always)
(Work your body, work your body, work your body)
(Work your body, work your body, work, Pump, pump, pump, pump me up)

(Pump, pump, pump, pump me up)
Like Perry Mason gonna solve the case
You just listen to the sound of the funky bass
Like Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn
You're gonna boogie on-a down 'til the break of dawn
Like a party over here, a party over there
We got a party all in this atmosphere
You get a in the neck
Then start to see them boogie on down to the funky piece
Well they call me Chris and that's my name
And funkin' around, it is my game
So to get a hamburger steak
And if you can't funk then those are the breaks
So squares you'd better get live
'Cos everyone's tryin' to get Funk-a-cised
And this is what you need and that's a fact
And with this you don't need no whack-attack
So if you're out for lunch, just take a hunch
And boogie on down with the rest of the bunch
You should boppin' your behind all in the air
All over the where, just everywhere
And if you're on the dance floor and if you can't hang
Just sit on down and let us shake our thing
And if you still sittin' down and can't shake your walk, holler
(Pump, pump, pump, pump me up)
(Shake that thing, shake that thing, you gotta shake that thing)
You gotta
(Shake that thing, shake that thing, you gotta shake that thing)
Everybody go
(Shake that thing, shake that thing, you gotta shake that thing)
Pump it on up, pump it on up
(Shake that thing, shake that thing, you gotta shake that thing)

We're gonna put you on down on the So we can all get together and have some fun
I'm teller here, an' I'm teller there
I'm tellin', I'm tellin' I'm tellin' you now
Like Einstein could All the women thought that he was Like Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde
Well they never miss a beat, did it right on time
Like when you wanna eat
It takes a lot of funky feelin' get him outta his seat
When the gang is out at the junkyard dump
Like Torvill and Dean they'll dance to the beat
And boy, gee, they'll be stompin' their feet
And if you still sittin' down and can't get up, holler
(Pump, pump, pump, pump me up)

(Pump, pump, pump, pump me up)

(Pump, pump, pump, pump me up)



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Reed, Tony Fisher, Emmett Nixon, Taylor Reed
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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