Time to round 'em up
and tell 'em where we're gonna go
If they don't know how to work it
then I'll leave 'em at the door
Gotta make it to the center of the circle
*** my hand
Tell the DJ drop the beat
don't play some mother *in' band
Now let it in your body
and the party won't stop
'cause it's seven kinds of naughty
when you let the beat drop.
I told it to you once I said why don't you understand?
Tell the DJ drop the beat,
don't play some mother *in' band
So give it to me baby
tell me, what's it gonna be?
Gonna give it to me dirty
out where everyone can see?
'Cause I can't do nothin' with you
if you're never gonna dance
So you'd better find some rhythm
'cause they're playing Bad Romance
