Turn the key, turn the volume up to loud Roll right, roll every window down Let the whole block know what this is about That beat is hot This is how it goes Welcome one and all to the show

Put your hands up, bend your knees Bounce around in a circle, get down with me Oh come on, come on Come on, come on It's called the U-Turn It's not hard to learn It ain't hard to learn Yeah, ay yo 2000 it's us

This whiskey got me feelin' pretty So pardon if I'm impolite I just really need your ass with me I'm sorry 'bout the other night And I know I could be more creative And come up with poetic lines But I'm turnt up off sizz' and "I love you" Is the only

Well honey here comes a lullaby Your very own lullaby With a lullaby And turn this up on the radio If you can hear me now I'm reachin' out to let you know That you're not alone And you can't tell, I'm scared as hell 'Cause I can't get you on the telephone

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

Turn up the volume (To live in the spotlight) For all that it's worth To live in the spotlight All of my demons come to life And all that it was And all that it could be Is lost in the darkness of the night Why should I die?

I want more Let's go, whatchya wanna wait for? Let's take everything we ask for Come on and turn it up Let's tell the world we want Let's go, take over the dance floor You'd be mine and I will be yours Come on and let it play

Yeah I know we've come so far Let's take it back to where we first began They turned us strangers into closest friends Turn the page and see the wonder That's here for you and I, ha Was all so different once upon a time But now the spark we got won't

Kidnap the Sandy Claws Lalalalalala Lock him up real tight Throw away the key and then Turn off all the lights First we're going to set some bait Inside a nasty trap and wait When he comes a-sniffing

For the victims of a longing The grave of our youth is up ahead And life has become a burden We move in circles of suppressed despair Waiting for the sun And turning stones to find evidence But it hides in the recesses of our hearts A written decree of