Put your money where your mouth is Get your finger on the buzzer Paint it on, show the bumps 'Cause you're really gonna jump tonight Can you fell you're getting ready? Don't you see it in the mirror? Show it all, show too much Hey, you're really gonna jump tonight Drink in all that funky stuff Take it till you've had enough Put your image in your pocket Hang your collar in the closet Cause a crash, make a splash 'Cause you're really gonna wipe 'em out Getting rid of inhibitions, makes a little exhibition Turn it on, loosen up 'Cause you're really gonna wipe 'em out Dressed to kill, she wanna play with you Watch your step, she's gonna run you through Dressed to kill, she's got amazing grace Watch the Devil with an angel's face Drink in all that funky stuff Take it till you've had enough So you're lookin' like a million And you're getting the attention Play 'em up, turn 'em on Boy they're really gonna work tonight Hey he's sittin' in the corner Like a little Jack Horner Make him break, take his cake Oh, he's gonna be your fool tonight Catch him with that funky stuff Take him till you've had enough
Put your money where your mouth is Get your finger on the buzzer Paint it on, show the bumps 'Cause you're really gonna jump tonight Can you fell you're getting ready? Don't you see it in the mirror? Show it all, show too much Hey, you're really gonna jump tonight Drink in all that funky stuff Take it till you've had enough Put your image in your pocket Hang your collar in the closet Cause a crash, make a splash 'Cause you're really gonna wipe 'em out Getting rid of inhibitions, makes a little exhibition Turn it on, loosen up 'Cause you're really gonna wipe 'em out Dressed to kill, she wanna play with you Watch your step, she's gonna run you through Dressed to kill, she's got amazing grace Watch the Devil with an angel's face Drink in all that funky stuff Take it till you've had enough So you're lookin' like a million And you're getting the attention Play 'em up, turn 'em on Boy they're really gonna work tonight Hey he's sittin' in the corner Like a little Jack Horner Make him break, take his cake Oh, he's gonna be your fool tonight Catch him with that funky stuff Take him till you've had enough
