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
Were gonna junp to the funk
like we got no weight.
Im DJ Rock and I can pass the test
Uh to get down the wit the rappers
From the East to West
This party pleased, that party pleased
Ill pump them all with the greatest of ease
This is DJ Rock with the master beat
The boogie-oogie sound that moves your feet
Somebody say (Get up, get up)
Somebody say (Get up, get up)
You party good, you throwin down
You complement this funky sound
The funk is here so you can groove
We want to make your body move
And that brother there, his name is Dyke
Hes gonna hit you with the rest so you can boogie tonight
I say downtown shoppin with some flashes in mind
Just listen here closely while I tell you my line
Im slick Dyke can be very naughty
Im known by the name sporty shorty
And when checkin out the others that dress so mean
They put me in the mind of a Mr. Cardin
But Calvin Kline seems to come through
Until Yves St Laurent walks up to GQ
But thats not it, they still want more
So I send them down to Studio 54
Say Jordache, Bon'jour, Cassini, Sassoon,
Ive got the jeans that make the tunes
Can you smile, in your style
with youre mouth, without
be cusin with a big, because what can I do now?
Now you exit the store,
acting just like a jerk
But all he wantsto 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. Go all the way!)
(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
Youre 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 wiggle your neck and stomp your feet
and boogie on down to da funky beat
Well they call me **** and thats my name
And funkin around, it is my game
So funkers here da thing youve got to have what it takes
And if you cant funk then those are the breaks
So 'Ls' are for squares youd better get live
Cos everyones tryin to get Funk-matized
And this is what you need and thats a fact
And with this you dont need no mack-attack
So if youre out for lunch, just take a hunch
And boogie on down with the rest of the bunch
You should be bumpin your behind all in the air
All over the where, just everywhere
And if youre on the dance floor and if you cant hang
Just sit on down and let us shake our thing
And if you still sittin down and cant shake your rump, 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)
Im a put you on down on the one
So we can all get together and have some fun
Im teller here, an Im teller there
Im tellin, Im tellin Im tellin you now
Like Einstein the master mind,
All the women thought a dat he was shy
Like Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde
Well they never miss a beat, they are right on time
Like Fat Albert when he wanna eat
It takes a lot of funky food ta get him outta his seat
When the gang is down at the junkyard dump
Fat Albert is eatin to the rythm of the bump.
Like Tarzan and Jane theyre dancin to the beat
And Boy, and Cheata, theyre stompin their feet
And if you still sittin down and cant get up, holler
(Pump, pump, pump, pump me up)
(Pump, pump, pump, pump me up)
(Pump, pump, pump, pump me up)