Song for Shelter-Fatboy Slim

I get deep I get deep I get deep I get deeper Into this thing The deeper I go The more knowledge I know What to sing What to bring What I get deep I get deep I get deep I get deeper deeper deeper Into the vibe What High Chillin' in the corner at the Shelter all by myself Checkin' it out I'm not dancin' no more but Why Why Why What How on Earth are you supposed to vibe around the fake ones Around the ones that say They know what is what but they don't know what is what They just strut What the f**k What I get deep I get deep I get deep I get deep I get deeper Into this thing And I pretend that they're not there I just stare Up in the booth at the Dreadman spinnin' the song Spinnin' it strong Playing things like "when can our House begin" That's my s**t What Whoooooo I get deep I get deep I get deeper I get deeper When people start to disappear And it's about six o'clock Whoo I'm feelin' hot Take off my sweater and my pants And I start to dance And all the sweat just goes down my face And I pretend that there's nobody there but me in this place I get deep yo I get deep what Whoo I get deep I get deep I get deep I get deep When he takes all the bass out the song And all you hear is highs and it's like "Oh s**t" Ahh I get deep I get deep I get deep I get deep I get deep When the rhythm flows through my blood like alcohol And I get drunk and I'm fallin' all over the place But I catch myself Right on time Right on line With the beat And it's so sweet sweet sweet sweet I get deep I get deep I get deep Why if house music was air Then Doctor Love would be my song And I would only take deep breaths And fill my lungs with the rhythm with the bass I get deep I get deep Now it's about three a.m I see people goin' plis Spinnin' jumpin' and grindin' As if they had wings on their feet Raising both hands in the air as if Jesus was a DJ himself Spinnin' those funky funky funky house beats And in this temple we all pray in unity for the same things Rhythmatic pause without cause Bass from those high definition speakers Sitting in the corner on each side of the room Givin' us the boom-boom-boom To our zoom-zoom-zoom The smell of the L lit while walking by But the music gets me high Sanctified like and old lady in church We get happy We stomp our feet We clap our hands We shout We cry We dance And we say "Sweet Lord speak to me Speak to me speak to me speak to me" Because we love House music And on this night it brings us together Like a family reunion every week We eat We drink We laugh We play We stink So for all you hip-hoppers You doo-woppers Name-droppers You pill-poppers Come into our house To get deep What To get deep These guys just keep it rollin' You gotta just keep it rollin' X19 Sunday Monday morning Backwards Under the big bright yellow sun X40