| Song | Raise The Roof |
| Artist | Peter Cincotti |
| Album | On The Moon |
| 作曲 : Lippa | |
| Lock the door and stop complaining | |
| Gather 'round and listen well | |
| From now on we're entertaining | |
| How to hotten up this hell. | |
| Hold the mood and hold the chatter | |
| Skip the food and stop the clatter | |
| Can't you hear that pitter-patter? | |
| We're not here to eat. | |
| We came for the heat! | |
| Let's raise the roof | |
| Let's make a scene | |
| Let's hop the gods of love | |
| Will shine above | |
| And show the way. | |
| Let's call the shots | |
| Let's roll the dice | |
| Take my advice | |
| It always pays | |
| To raise the roof! | |
| Crush the ice and shake forever | |
| Tell the evening where to go | |
| And if you need a new endeavor | |
| I can teach you what | |
| I know Grab your partner by the collar | |
| Bribe the barman with a dollar | |
| Just ignite that mighty holler | |
| Lead me to the trough | |
| Till the light goes off! | |
| Let's raise the roof | |
| Let's make a scene | |
| Let's hop the gods of love | |
| Will shine above | |
| And show the way. | |
| Let's call the shots | |
| Let's roll the dice | |
| Take my advice | |
| It always pays to raise the roof! | |
| Cut the strings and set the table | |
| Gather roses on your way | |
| Welcome to our | |
| Tower of Babel | |
| Learn the language, come what may. | |
| Spare me how the wind is blowing | |
| If you keep the whiskey flowing | |
| You can reap what you've been sowing | |
| If you walk the plank | |
| You've got me to thank | |
| Let's raise the roof | |
| Let's make a scene | |
| Let's hope the gods of love | |
| Will shine above | |
| And show the way. | |
| Let's call the shots | |
| Let's roll the dice | |
| The time for playing nice has run | |
| Before the big hand hits the one | |
| We've got to do what must be done | |
| Raise the roof | |
| Raise the roof | |
| Raise the roof | |
| Raise the roof |
| zuò qǔ : Lippa | |
| Lock the door and stop complaining | |
| Gather ' round and listen well | |
| From now on we' re entertaining | |
| How to hotten up this hell. | |
| Hold the mood and hold the chatter | |
| Skip the food and stop the clatter | |
| Can' t you hear that pitterpatter? | |
| We' re not here to eat. | |
| We came for the heat! | |
| Let' s raise the roof | |
| Let' s make a scene | |
| Let' s hop the gods of love | |
| Will shine above | |
| And show the way. | |
| Let' s call the shots | |
| Let' s roll the dice | |
| Take my advice | |
| It always pays | |
| To raise the roof! | |
| Crush the ice and shake forever | |
| Tell the evening where to go | |
| And if you need a new endeavor | |
| I can teach you what | |
| I know Grab your partner by the collar | |
| Bribe the barman with a dollar | |
| Just ignite that mighty holler | |
| Lead me to the trough | |
| Till the light goes off! | |
| Let' s raise the roof | |
| Let' s make a scene | |
| Let' s hop the gods of love | |
| Will shine above | |
| And show the way. | |
| Let' s call the shots | |
| Let' s roll the dice | |
| Take my advice | |
| It always pays to raise the roof! | |
| Cut the strings and set the table | |
| Gather roses on your way | |
| Welcome to our | |
| Tower of Babel | |
| Learn the language, come what may. | |
| Spare me how the wind is blowing | |
| If you keep the whiskey flowing | |
| You can reap what you' ve been sowing | |
| If you walk the plank | |
| You' ve got me to thank | |
| Let' s raise the roof | |
| Let' s make a scene | |
| Let' s hope the gods of love | |
| Will shine above | |
| And show the way. | |
| Let' s call the shots | |
| Let' s roll the dice | |
| The time for playing nice has run | |
| Before the big hand hits the one | |
| We' ve got to do what must be done | |
| Raise the roof | |
| Raise the roof | |
| Raise the roof | |
| Raise the roof |