Pump It Up - Paul Oakenfold, Spitfire

Pump, pump, pump it up

Pump, pump, pump it up

Pump, pump, pump it up

Pump, pump, pump it up

When I walk into the club

All the bitches show me love

Give me kisses give me hugs

All I wanna do is fuck

I live for cheap thrills

I find in little pills

Or hundred dollar bills

We all know pop kills

Raise your hands, pump it up

Raise your hands, pump it up

Raise your hands, pump it up

Raise your hands, pump it up

Raise your hands and pump it up

When I step into the scene

All the bitches they love me

They wanna dance and talk to me

All I wanna do is fuck

I love myself to death

I’m better than the best

Some say I’m clueless

DJ this beat is sick

Raise your hands, pump it up

Raise your hands, pump it up

Raise your hands, pump it up

Raise your hands, pump it up

Raise your hands and pump it up

Get your hands up, come on get your hands up

Get your hands up, come on get your hands up

Get your hands up, come on get your hands up

Get your hands up, pump it up, pump it up

When I walk into the club

All the bitches show me love

Give me kisses give me hugs

All I wanna do is fuck

I live for cheap thrills

I find in little pills

Or hundred dollar bills

We all know pop kills

Raise your hands, pump it up

Raise your hands, pump it up

Raise your hands, pump it up

Raise your hands, pump it up

Raise your hands, pump it up

Raise your hands, pump it up

Raise your hands, pump it up

Raise your hands, pump it up

Raise your hands and pump it up