Singin' hi, singin' hi, Ev'ry day I'm gonna strut that stuff. When the music's loud I can't get enough. Come on feet, teach yourself to move. People shuff'lin' up and down again. Unhappy faces ain't gonna get you in. Come on people, teach yourself to

'Round midnight, midnight It begins to tell I do pretty well, till after sundown Suppertime I'm feelin' sad But it really gets bad 'Round midnight Memories always start 'round midnight Haven't got the heart to stand those memories When my heart is still

It begins to tell, 'round midnight, midnight. I do pretty well, till after sundown, Suppertime I'm feelin' sad; But it really gets bad, 'round midnight. Memories always start 'round midnight Haven't got the heart to stand those memories, When my heart is

Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme that bass(4 x repeats) Gimme that bass I've been gone for too long, now it's time I take it back(back) I put the piece up A down Get get it you like it when I move it to beat like that I've been gone for too long, think it's

Let it roll if we got the gas We let it rip when we got the money It gets wild yeah but that's the way we get down Little Jimmy Jackson is jackin' up his Bronco He's gonna lay a little rubber later on at the truck pull All the girls are getting' pretty

Turn the party up Drink the good times down Little buzz in a cup Will hit ya get ya space bound Sip a little whiskey come on baby kiss me Let me get a drip of your frisky gypsy And when ya hit ten bump it to eleven Tonight we gonna fly with them 747's

When I don't get nothing back Your teasing ain't enough Fed up of biding your time And for what, and for what, and for what I'm tired of trying Oy, I'm tired Boy I'm tired of trying Hold my hand while you cut me down It had only just begun but now it's

Had enough, almost drowned, when shit rough I get tough and when I'm beaten to the ground I get up, I get up I get up, uh, uh, I get up, uh, uh I get up, when I'm down (Satisfy) yeah yeah, yeah (Satisfy this hunger- you) Sinatra, Big Pepe (Satisfy) oh,

Up all night It's a crime How you're reeling me in with the games you play Then you hang me out to dry All the things that you said to me yesterday Playing over in my mind Well I get the thrill run down my spine When I see you hitting me up Feeling so

Let it roll if we got the gas We let it rip when we got the money It gets wild yeah but that's the way we get down Little Jimmy Jackson is jackin' up his Bronco He's gonna lay a little rubber later on at the truck pull All the girls are getting' pretty