Pump Me Up

(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 jump to the funk
Like we got no weight

I'm EJ Rock and I can pass the test
Uh to get down the wit' the rappers
From the East to West
This party please, that party please
I'll funk them all with the greatest of ease
This is EJ 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 rap so you can boogie tonight

I say downtown shoppin' with some fashions in mind
Just listen here close 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 Klein 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, Cassini, Sassoon
I've got the jeans that make the tunes
Then you smile and you style with a mild profile
It doesn't work a bit without a can of New Nile
Now you at the disco acting just like a jerk
But all we wanna 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 bass
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 Fish 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 "L7" 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 wack-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 off
(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 Taylor here, an' I'm Taylor 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 rhythm of the bump
Like Tarzan and Jane they're dancin' to the beat
And Boy, and Cheeta, 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)