Trouble Funk - Pump Me Up lyrics

(Pump, pump, pump, pump me up) (Pump, pump, pump, pump me up) (Pump, pump, pump, pump me up) Like the man with the super 'S' on his cape We're gonna junp to the funk like we got no weight. I'm DJ Rock and I can pa** the test Uh to get down the wit' the rappers From the East to West This party pleased, that party pleased I'll pump them all with the greatest of ease This is DJ Rock with the master beat The boogie-oogie sound that moves your feet Somebody say (Get up, get up) Somebody say (Get up, get up) You party good, you throwin' down You complement this funky sound The funk is here so you can groove We want to make your body move And that brother there, his name is Dyke He's gonna hit you with the rest so you can boogie tonight I say downtown shoppin' with some flashes in mind Just listen here closely while I tell you my line I'm slick Dyke can be very naughty I'm known by the name sporty shorty And when checkin' out the others that dress so mean They put me in the mind of a Mr. Cardin 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, Bon'jour, Ca**ini, Sa**oon, I've got the jeans that make the tunes Can you smile, in your style with you're mouth, without be cusin' with a big, because what can I do now? Now you exit the store, 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. Go all the way!) (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 ba** 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 wiggle your neck and stomp your feet and boogie on down to da' funky beat Well they call me Dick and that's my name And funkin' around, it is my game So funker's here da' thing you've got to have what it takes And if you can't funk then those are the breaks So "L's" are for squares you'd better get live 'Cos everyone's tryin' to get Funk-matized And this is what you need and that's a fact And with this you don't need no mack-attack So if you're out for lunch, just take a hunch And boogie on down with the rest of the bunch You should be bumpin' 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 rump, 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) I'm a put you on down on the one 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 the master mind, All the women thought a dat he was shy Like Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde Well they never miss a beat, they are right on time Like Fat Albert when he wanna eat It takes a lot of funky food ta' get him outta his seat When the gang is down at the junkyard dump Fat Albert is eatin' to the rythm of the bump. Like Tarzan and Jane they're dancin' to the beat And Boy, and Cheata, they're 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)