Trouble Funk - Pump Me Up

(Pump, pump, pump, pump me up) (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 be 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)