B.O.B. - Things Get Worse lyrics

Ahhooww Hey We're collecting money here That's right, we're talking to you C'mon now, I need that money Not fooling with you, c'mon girls Just do what I do Get up offa that thing And dance till you feel better Get up offa that thing Just try to release the pressure Sing Get up offa that thing Go ahead Girl Dance till you feel better Babe, get up offa that thing Try to release the pressure Calling out around the world Are you ready for a brand new beat Summer's here and the time is right For dancing in the street We're dancing in Chicago Down in New Orleans In New York City All we need is music Sweet, sweet music There'll be music everywhere There'll be swinging, swaying And records playing We're dancing in the Street Oh, it doesn't matter what you wear Just as long as you are there So c'mon Every guy grab a girl Everywhere around the world There'll be dancing We're dancing in the street This is an invitation Across the nation A chance for folks to meet There'll be swinging, swaying And records playing We're dancing in the street Oh, it doesn't matter what you wear Just as long as you are there So c'mon Every guy grab a girl Everywhere around the world We'll be dancing We're dancing in the street This is an invitation Across the nation A chance for folks to meet Get up offa that thing I said get up offa that thing Get up offa that thing I said get up offa that thing