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 junp to the funk

like we got no weight.

I'm 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

I'll 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

He's 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

I'm slick Dyke can be very naughty

I'm 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 that's not it, they still want more

So I send them down to Studio 54

Say Jordache, Bon’jour, Cassini, Sassoon,

I've got the jeans that make the tunes

Can you smile, in your style

with you're 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 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. 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

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 wiggle your neck and stomp your feet

and boogie on down to da' funky beat

Well they call me **** and that's my name

And funkin' around, it is my game

So funker's here da' thing you've got to have what it takes

And if you can't funk then those are the breaks

So "L's" are for squares you'd better get live

'Cos everyone's tryin' to get Funk-matized

And this is what you need and that's a fact

And with this you don't need no mack-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 bumpin' 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 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)

I'm a put you on down on the one

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 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 they're dancin' to the beat

And Boy, and Cheata, they're 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)