04/06/05 - Wednesday-Fantomas

Turn it up, turn it up, turn it upside down Turn it up, turn it up, turn it upside down Turn it up, turn it up, turn it upside down Turn it up, turn it up, turn it upside down Turn the beat around Love to hear the percussion Turn it upside down Love to hear the percussion Love to hear it Blow horns you sure sound pretty Your violins keep movin' to the nitty gritty When you hear the scratch of the guitars scratchin' Then you'll know that rhythm carries all the action, so Woah yeah Turn the beat around Love to hear the percussion Turn it upside down Love to hear the percussion Love to hear it Turn the beat around Love to hear the percussion Turn it upside down Love to hear the percussion Love to hear it Flute player play your flute 'cause I know that you want to get your thing on But you see I've made up my mind about it It's got to be the rhythm, no doubt about it, woah woah 'Cause when the guitar player start playing With the syncopated rhythm, with the scratch, scratch, scratch Makes me wanna move my body yeah, yeah, yeah And when the drummer starts beating that beat He nails that beat with the syncopated rhythm With the rat, tat, tat, tat, tat, tat on the drums, hey Turn the beat around Love to hear the percussion Turn it upside down Love to hear the percussion Love to hear it Love to hear it Love to hear it Love to hear it Turn it up, turn it up, turn it upside down Turn it up, turn it up, turn it upside down Turn it up, turn it up, turn it upside down Turn it up, turn it up, turn it upside down Turn the beat around Love to hear the percussion Turn it upside down Love to hear the percussion Love to hear it