Album:Straight Outta Lynwood

Yankovic-Polkarama!

[Chicken Dance]

Let’s get it started (ha)

Let’s get it started in here

Let’s get it started (ha)

Let’s get it started in here

Let’s get it started (ha)

Let’s get it started in here

And the base keeps runnin’ runnin’

And runnin’ runnin’

And runnin’ runnin’

And runnin’ runnin’

I say don’t you know

You say you don’t go

I say... take me out!

I say you don’t show

Don’t move, time is slow

I say [gunshot] take me out!

Beverly Hills - That’s where I want to be! (gimme, gimme)

Living in Beverly Hills

Beverly Hills - Rolling like a celebrity! (gimme, gimme)

Living in Beverly Hills

And birds go flying at the speed of sound

To show you how it all began

Birds came flying from the underground

If you could see it then you’d understand

[Accordion Solo]

And we’ll all float on ok

And we’ll all float on alright

Already we’ll all float on

Now don’t you worry we’ll all float on

Alright...

Feel good

Feel good

Feel good

Dont cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me?

Dont cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me?

Dont cha?

Dont cha?

Dont cha wish your girlfriend was raw like me?

Dont cha wish your girlfriend was fun like me?

Dont cha?

Dont cha? Dont cha? Dont cha?

Somebody told me

You had a boyfriend

Who looked like a girlfriend

That I had in February of last year

It’s not confidential

Well, I’ve got potential

A rushin’ and rushin’ around

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

I’ll take you to the candy shop

I’ll let you lick the lollypop

Go ’head girl, don’t you stop

Keep going ’til you hit the spot (woah)

We’ll take you to the candy shop (yeah)

Boy one taste of what we got (un’huh)

We’ll have you spending all you got (come on)

Keep going ’til you hit the spot (woah)

When the pimp’s in the crib ma

Drop it like it’s hot

Drop it like it’s hot

Drop it like it’s hot

When the pigs try to get at ya

Park it like it’s hot

Park it like it’s hot

Come Mr. DJ song pon de replay

Come Mr. DJ won’t you turn the music up?

All the gal pon the dancefloor wantin’ some more what

Come Mr. DJ won’t you turn the music up?

Hey Mr.

Please Mr. DJ

Tell me if you hear me

Turn the music up!

She take my money (she take my money)

When I’m in need (when I’m in need)

Yea she’s a triflin’ friend indeed (friend indeed)

Oh she’s a gold digga way over town (way over town)

That digs on me

Hey! Hey!

Now I aint sayin she’s a gold digger

But she aint messin wit’ no broke broke

Now I aint sayin she’s a gold digger

But she ain’t messin wit’ no broke broke

Get down girl, go head get down (I gotta leave)

Get down girl, go head get down (I gotta leave)

Get down girl, go head get down (I gotta leave)

Get down girl, go head

But I ain’t sayin’ she’s a

Gold gold digger (gold gold)

Gold gold digger (gold gold)

Gold gold digger (gold gold)

Hey!