| Song | Pump Me Up |
| Artist | Trouble Funk |
| Album | Back to the Old Skool: Hip Hop |
| (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 pass 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, Cassini, Sassoon, | |
| 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 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 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) |
| 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 pass 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 boogieoogie 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, Cassini, Sassoon, | |
| 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 bass | |
| Like Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn | |
| You' re gonna boogie ona 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 Funkmatized | |
| And this is what you need and that' s a fact | |
| And with this you don' t need no mackattack | |
| 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 |