Turn it up (just dance with me) Turn up the music (just turn it up louder) Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Turn up the music (I need it in my life, yeah) If you're sexy and you know it, put yo hands up in the air Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (turn up the

Put your hands in the air One more time If you hear me out there I've been looking for you day and night Shine a light in the dark Let me see where you are 'Cause I'm not gonna leave you behind If I told you that you're not alone And I show you this is

I'm whiskey in a bottle now Put your hands to the sky (Lalalalalalalalalaa) I'm a bullet in the barrel with a hair pin trigger now Yeah I'm a landslide I'm a head case train wreck avalanche comin' down I'm a ready made party Still on that ass like

We're going to shoot you But don't get the wrong idea And there's nothing in your head or pocket Throat or wallet You're appealing to emotions that I simply do not have So put your hands in the air and don't make a sound That could change just how this

Giddy up, giddy up, pump it up girl Set it up, set it up I like how you do it Just put it in Reverse Cowgirl I like how you do it, do it, do it Just put your hands in the air Eh eh nah (Hey) Wave 'em around and go yee haw, yee haw

La la la la la Baby I'm a dog (I'm a dog), beware (beware) I'll do whatever, however I want (I want) So yippie yah (yippie yah)oh yeah (oh yeah) Now put your hands in the air and whip your hair and go Boom shakalaka when I drop all of my apples, say

These thunderclouds, oh, no These thunderclouds, oh, no, no Where'd the love go? When all is said and done Hey now, put your hands in the air I'ma go through your stuff You're sayin' those words like you hate me now (wo-oah) Our house is burning when

Everything but you 'Cause I'm anti-everything, but 'Cause I'm anti-everything, but I love you I'm fucking miserable 'til you walk into the room, yeah I talk a lot of shit, but swear you'll get used to it So put your hands up in the air If you hate songs

Do the way you do it Turn up the radio So what if we lose control So throw your hands in the air Come on and make this count It's only you and me, never mind this crowd Do it like nobody's around, whoa So put your hands in the air Come on and waste no

You should have never trusted Hollywood. You should have never gone to Hollywood. All you maggots smoking fags on Santa Monica Boulevard. All you bitches put your hands in the air and wave them like you just don't care. All you maggots smoking fags out