Playlist - Song Information: Weird Al Yankovic - Polkarama!

Title: Polkarama!
Artist: Weird Al Yankovic
Album: Straight Outta Lynwood
Track: 5
Year: 2006
Genre: Comedy
URL: http://www.weirdal.com/
Encoded By: Owen Rudge
Encoder: Easy CD-DA Extractor (http://www.poikosoft.com)
Length: 4:17
Format: FLAC
Bitrate: 1,004kbps
Frequency: 44.10KHz
Channels: 2
Bits: 16-bit
Filename: 05 - Polkarama!.flac
Size: 32,260,589 bytes
More Information: http://search.launch.yahoo.com/launch/search?m=all&p=Weird Al Yankovic - Polkarama!
Last.fm Profile: http://www.last.fm/music/Weird%20Al%20Yankovic /_/Polkarama!
Lyrics: Let's get it started, ha
Let's get it started in here
Let's get it started, ha
Let's get it started in here
Let's get it started, ha
Let's get it started in here
And the bass keeps runnin', runnin'
And runnin', runnin'
And runnin', runnin'
And runnin', runnin'

I say, "Don't you know?"
You say you don't know
I say, "Take me out."
I say, "You don't show.
Don't move, time is slow."
I say, "Take me out."

Beverly Hills
That's where I want to be
Gimme, gimme
Living in Berevly Hills
Beverly Hills
Rolling like a celebrity
Gimme, gimme
Living in Berevly Hills

And birds go flying at the speed of sound
To show you how it all began
Birds came flying from the underground
If you could see it then you'd understand

And we'll all float on okay
And we'll all float on
All right already
We'll all float on
Now don't you worry
We'll all float on
All right

Feel good
Feel good
Feel good

Don't you wish your girlfriend was hot like me?
Don't you wish your girlfriend was a freak like me?
Don't cha?
Don't cha?
Don't you wish your girlfriend was raw like me?
Don't you wish your girlfriend was fun like me?
Don't cha?
Don't cha, don't cha, don't cha?

Somebody told me
You had a boyfriend
Who looked like a girlfriend
That I had in February of last year
It's not confidential
Well, I've got potential
A rushin', a rushin' around

Hey
Hey
Hey

I'll take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollipop
Go 'head girl, don't you stop
Keep goin' 'til you hit the spot, whoa!
I'll take you to the candy shop, yeah
Boy, one taste of what we got, uh-huh
We'll have you spendin' all you got, come on
Keep goin' 'til you hit the spot, whoa!

When the pimp's in the crib, ma
Drop it like it's hot
Drop it like it's hot
Drop it like it's hot
When the pigs try to get at you
Park it like it's hot
Park it like it's hot

Come Mr. DJ, song pon da replay
Come Mr. DJ, won't you turn the music up?
All the gyal pon the floor wantin' some more what
Come Mr. DJ, won't you turn the music up?
Hey mister
Please, Mr. DJ
Tell me if you hear me
Turn the music up

She take my money (she take my money)
When I'm in need (when I'm in need)
Yeah, she's a triflin' friend indeed (friend indeed)
Oh, she's a gold digger (ooh)
Way over town (way over town)
That digs on me
Hey, Hey!
Now, I ain't sayin' she's a gold digger
But she ain't messin' with no broke, broke
Now, I ain't sayin' she's a gold digger
But she ain't messin' with no broke, broke
Get down, girl, go 'head, get down (I gotta leave)
Get down, girl, go 'head, get down (I gotta leave)
Get down, girl, go 'head, get down (I gotta leave)
Get down, girl, go 'head
But I ain't sayin' she's a
Gold, gold digger
Gold, gold digger
Gold, gold digger

Hey!