The Jam + FUZZ

I say, hey, what you working with? Got a tall boy sweating in a camo coozie. Hey, who you flirting with? Little brown-haired hippie girl walking up to me. Don't be scared if it gets a little funky. Cadillac backed with some kick-ass country. Don't be shy, go shake that monkey. On off you back. Whatever gets you up out of your seat. Whatever gets you dancing in the street. Whatever lifts you up, gets you wild and free. Yeah, that's the jam. Shit. Yeah, that's the jam. Uh. Ooh, what you cooking up? Smells pretty good to me, sure enough. I said, ooh, we done shook it up. If you don't know, yeah, you better look it Up. It's a toe-tapping, hand-clapping beat. Sliding and stomping your feet. Sounds pretty damn good to me. Turn that radio up. It's DC3. Whatever gets you up out of your seat. Whatever gets you dancing in the street. Whatever lifts you up, gets you wild and free. Yeah, that's the jam. Shit. Yeah, that's the jam. If it gets you tightening up your laces. If it takes you to them higher places. If it gets you making nerdy faces. That's the jam. Shit. Yeah, that's the jam. That's the jam. Yeah, that's the Jam. That's the Jam. Whatever gets you up out of your seat. Whatever gets you dancing in the street. Whatever lifts you up, gets you wild and free. Yeah, that's the jam. Shit. Yeah, that's the jam. Uh. If it gets you tightening up your laces. If it takes you to them higher places. If it gets you making nerdy faces. That's the jam. Shit. Yeah, that's jam. Uh.