I said get up! I say get up! I have the savoir faire I'm the reason everybody here I make it hot, I make it hot in here Your feet hurtin' I really care I want to see you, I want to see you move And get all into the groove I'm getting money man I really

We can all get some, yeah, we can all get paid Hey everybody, we don't have to live this way Yeah, we've all been there before and it goes oh She maxed her credit cards and don't got a job She pays for gas with all the change in her car It's not the end

Mr. Blue Sky, please tell us why You had to hide away for so long, so long Where did we go wrong? Everybody smiles at you Hey there, Mr. Blue We're so pleased to be with you Look around, see what you do Mister Blue Sky Morning! Today's forecast calls for

Can only go up from here Up, up, up, Where the clouds gonna clear There's no way but up from here It's 'bout as bad as it could be Seems everybody's buggin' me Like nothing wants to go my way

Let's rock everybody, let's rock Was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock Dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock Everybody in the whole cell block The warden threw a party in the county jail The prison band was there and they began to wail The band was jumpin' and the

Ass, titties, pussy, money, weed Everywhere I look a killing spree All the things they wanted me to be Is all the things that I turned out to be Is everything that I like, like, like, like Everybody looking for the meaning of life thru a cell phone

When I'm here with you And there's enough of giving and everybody hurts When I'm here with you, I When I saw you for the first time Days were running by We were spinning high I was lost in every message Collecting all your different pieces Felt like a

Get your party right, it's a Friday night Lime on the rim of that dixie silver Smokin' up a faded out 4x4 I brought the songs and you brought the party Only one way to do it up right Everybody goes where eveybody knows That anything goes on a Friday

Everybody knows I'm here Well, you know I'm the hoochie-coochie man Everybody knows I'm here Don't you know I'm here The gypsy woman told my mother Before I was born I got a boy-child's comin' He's gonna be a son-of-a-gun He's gonna make pretty women's

Simmer down bitch, it's Iggy season Everywhere I go they say it's Iggy season 'Til I get what I want, baby I ain't leavin' Every time I go out everybody wanna show out I just see a girl in the mirror, told her "you the reason" I ain't worried 'bout shit,