Pump It Up - Trouble Funk

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 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)