Trouble Funk - Pump Me Up Lyrics
(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 capeWe're gonna junk the punkAnd we got noI'm DJ Rock and I can pass the testBut to get down theFrom the East to WestThis party piece, that party pieceI'll pump them all with the greatest of easeThis is DJ Rock with the masterpieceThe boogie and the sound that moves your feetSomebody say (Get up, get up)Somebody say (Get up, get up)You party good, you goin' downYou complement this funky soundThe punk is here so you can grooveWe gonna make your body moveAnd that brother there, his name is PsychHe's gonna hit you with the record you can boogie tonightI say downtown somethin' was mindJust listen here closer, while I tell you my lineI'm slick be very annoyedI'm known by the nameAnd when checkin' out the others that dress so meanThey put me in the mind of a Mr.But Calvin Kline seems to come throughUntil Yves St Laurent walks up to GQBut that's not it, they still want moreSo I send them down to Studio 54Say Jordache boys sure to see 'em SassoonedI've got that make the tunesCan you smile, can you styleActing just like a jerkBut 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 caseYou just listen to the sound of the funky bassLike Little Boy Blue, come blow your hornYou're gonna boogie on-a down 'til the break of dawnLike a party over here, a party over thereWe got a party all in this atmosphereYou get a in the neckThen start to see them boogie on down to the funky pieceWell they call me Chris and that's my nameAnd funkin' around, it is my gameSo to get a hamburger steakAnd if you can't funk then those are the breaksSo squares you'd better get live'Cos everyone's tryin' to get Funk-a-cisedAnd this is what you need and that's a factAnd with this you don't need no whack-attackSo if you're out for lunch, just take a hunchAnd boogie on down with the rest of the bunchYou should be boppin' your behind all in the airAll over the where, just everywhereAnd if you're on the dance floor and if you can't hangJust sit on down and let us shake our thingAnd 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 theSo we can all get together and have some funI'm teller here, an' I'm teller thereI'm tellin', I'm tellin' I'm tellin' you nowLike Einstein couldAll the women thought that he wasLike Dr Jekyll and Mr HydeWell they never miss a beat, did it right on timeLike when you wanna eatIt takes a lot of funky feelin' get him outta his seatWhen the gang is out at the junkyard dumpLike Torvill and Dean they'll dance to the beatAnd boy, gee, they'll be stompin' their feetAnd 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)
