Come ride this high
Come on, come on, I'm in by the front door
Kick, drum, kickin' like a train on the floor
Lights stroke fast and the ceiling starts to shake
Hands in the air, every heart awake
Quarter past ten in the room, we'll sit still
Scent line jumps like it's got its own will
Goose on the wood, let the whole place move
One, two, 3, now we're in the groove
Clap, clap, let it build right up, hands up, don't let the bass line stop
Spin that wheel, let the beat cut through, count it off, now we're breaking through
Turn it around, let the whole room lean, too much sound for the in-between
Here we go, hear that switch, everybody knows we hit that pitch
Dance, dance, all night