There's A Fly On My Music
Composer(s): Lew Brown - Sammy Fain - Ralph Freed
Performer(s): Spike Jones & his City Slickers



Larry Keating:
Del, old boy, what's the matter? 
Well listen, you know, I gave you a marvellous introduction 
I built you up as a virtuoso 
This is really very embarrassing, Del

Del Porter:
Pardon me, Mr. Keating
For playing' away off key
I've sounded sour for over an hour
But don't put the blame on me

`Cos, there's a fly on my music
Looks just like a note
He's in my way an' I can't play
The song the feller wrote

Oh, swat, boys, swat boys swat
Swat boys, swat `im boys, swat

There's a fly on my music
Got me playin' flat
He moves around and makes me sound
Like Mrs. Murphy's cat

Oh shoo fly
Shoo, shoo, shoo, shoo fly
Shoo fly, shoo fly, shoo

Buzz, buzz, here he is
Buzz, buzz, buzz, there he is
Here he is, there he is
Now I don't know where he is

There he goes from my music
What a break for me
But start to smack he's comin' back
With his whole darn family

Oh swat boys, swat `im boys, swat
Swat boys, swat boys swat

Shoo fly, there he is
Buzz, buzz, buzz there he is
Here he is, there he is
Now I don't know where he is

There he goes from my music
What a break for me
But start to smack, he's comin' back
With his whole darn family

Oh, swat boys, swat `im boys, swat
Swat boys, oh swat boys, swat

Cool Water
Composer(s): Bob Nolan
Performer(s): Dude Martin - 1936
Covered by multiple other artists



All day I've faced the barren waste
Without the taste of water, cool water
Old Dan and I with throats burned dry
And souls that cry for water, cool, clear water

Keep a-movin', Dan, don't you listen to him, Dan
He's a devil not a man
And he spreads the burning sand with water
Dan can you see that big green tree
Where the water's runnin' free
And it's waiting there for you and me

The nights are cool and I'm a fool
Each star's a pool of water, cool water
But with the dawn I'll wake and yawn
And carry on to water, cool, clear, water

The shadows sway and seem to say
Tonight we pray for water, cool, water
And way up there He'll hear our prayer
And show us where there's water, cool, clear, water

Dan's feet are sore he's yearning for
Just one thing more than water, cool, water
Like me I guess he'd like to rest
Where there's no quest for water, cool, clear, water

Rum Tum Tum
Composer(s): Lionel Bart
Performer(s): Jonathan Pryce



Fagin (spoken):
Just do everything you see Dodger and Charlie do
Make 'em your models, my dear 
especially Dodger -- He's going to be right little... 
Bill Sikes! Tell me my dear, you see my hankerchief? 
See if you can take it from me without my noticing 
like you saw the others do

Rum-tum-tum
Rum-tum-tum
Pom-pom-pom
Pom-pom-pom
Skiddle-eye-tye
Tee-rye-tye-tye
Tee-ruppa-tuppa-ruppa-tum-tum
You've got to pick a pocket or two! 
You've got to pick a pocket or two!

There's A Fellow Waiting In Poughkeepsie
Composer(s): Harold Arlen - Johnny Mercer
Performer(s): Bing Crosby & The Andrews Sisters



There's a feller waitin' in Ploughkeepsie
And he's just as sweet as sweet can be
He hasn't even been tipsy
Since I left him and took to the sea
There's another waitin' in Pomona
With the cutest dimple in his chin
And there's a guy in Daytona
Who just waits for my ship to come in
I miss `em, honour bright
I write `em every night
But if you held my hand
I suppose they would all understand
Oh, you mustn't think I'm just a gypsy
But I really ought to set you right
There's a feller waitin' in Ploughkeepsie
But I'm strictly on my own tonight

(Bing)
There's a wave who's waitin' in Biloxi
Says she's gonna marry me or bust
We're bein' married by proxy
When I find me a wolf I can trust
There's a spar who's waiting in Waukegan
Who is really different from the rest
I think her last name is Reagan
That's the name that's tattooed on my chest
A whack in Hackensack
A walk from Pontiac
I got `em here and there
What the heck, chicks are chicks anywhere
Some of them are kinda bobby-soxsy
But it might be quite a lengthy fight
There's a wave who's waitin in Biloxi
But I'm strictly on my own tonight

(All)
There's a sweetheart in Ploughkeepsie

(A.S.)
Just as sweet as sweet can be, you see

(All)
He hasn't even been tipsy
Since I left him and took to the sea
Oh, you mustn't think we're gypsies

(A.S.)
But we really ought to set you right

(Bing)
Well tell it tonight

(All)
There's a feller and a girl witin' in Ploughkeepsie

(A.S.)
But I'm strictly on my own

(Bing)
Yes I'm strictly on my own

(All)
Oh we're strictly on our own tonight

Cool Touch
Composer(s): Alan Tarney; Leo Sayer
Performer(s): Leo Sayer



Hanging out with the night-time clientele
Place your ladder for the social climb
Same old routine that you know so well
Another opening and another line
It’s the cool touch
Yeah, the cool touch

Call your lover on the mobile phone
C’mon over we’ll have some fun
Leave a message sayin’ there’s no one home
I guess the good times just begun
It’s the cool touch
Yeah, the cool touch

Cool touch, too much, it’s too much
Too much, cool touch, or not enough
Cool touch, too much, too much
Too much, cool touch, it’s not enough
Take me take me to the sky above
Fool me, fool me with your words of love
Cool touch, too much

Now she’s reclining in the back of the sports car
Champagne and glasses, he slips right in
No passing stranger could’ve torn them two apart
Some games you play and you just can’t help but win
The cool touch
Yeah, the cool touch

Cool touch, too much, it’s too much
Too much, cool touch, it’s not enough
Cool touch, too much, too much
Too much, cool touch, it’s not enough
Take me take me to the sky above
Fool me fool me with these words of love
Cool touch, too much

A wind is blowing through this get rich town
She wraps the fur round her pretty waist
He feels a shiver as he grips the wheel
Feeling strangely out of place
Cool touch, too much, it’s too much
Too much, cool touch, maybe not enough
Cool touch, too much, too much
Too much, cool touch, it’s not enough

Bring me bring me someone I can trust
All this glitter’s just a bag of dust
Cool touch, too much, it’s too much
Too much, cool touch, it’s not enough
I had enough of this cool touch
Kids stuff, but I can’t get enough
Cool touch, too much, too much
Too much, cool touch, it’s not enough

Rum And Coca-Cola
Composer(s): Morey Amsterdam;
Jeri Sullavan; Paul Baron
Performer(s): The Andrews Sisters



If you ever go down Trinidad
They make you feel so very glad
Calypso sing and make up rhyme
Guarantee you one real good fine time

Drinkin' rum and Coca-Cola
Go down Point Koomahnah
Both mother and daughter
Workin' for the Yankee dollar

Oh, beat it man, beat it

Since the Yankee come to Trinidad
They got the young girls all goin' mad
Young girls say they treat 'em nice
Make Trinidad like paradise

Drinkin' rum and Coca-Cola
Go down Point Koomahnah
Both mother and daughter
Workin' for the Yankee dollar

Oh, you vex me, you vex me

From Chicachicaree to Mona's Isle
Native girls all dance and smile
Help soldier celebrate his leave
Make every day like New Year's Eve

Drinkin' rum and Coca-Cola
Go down Point Koomahnah
Both mother and daughter
Workin' for the Yankee dollar

It's a fact, man, it's a fact

In old Trinidad, I also fear
The situation is mighty queer
Like the Yankee girl, the native swoon
When she hear der Bingo croon

Drinkin' rum and Coca-Cola
Go down Point Koomahnah
Both mother and daughter
Workin' for the Yankee dollar

Out on Manzanella Beach
G.I. romance with native peach
All night long, make tropic love
Next day, sit in hot sun and cool off

Drinkin' rum and Coca-Cola
Go down Point Koomahnah
Both mother and daughter
Workin' for the Yankee dollar

It's a fact, man, it's a fact

Rum and Coca-Cola
Rum and Coca-Cola
Workin' for the Yankee dollar

There's A Coach Comin' In
Composer(s): Alan Jay Lerner - Frederick Loewe
Performer(s): Harve Presnell



There's a coach comin' in!
There's a coach comin' in!
Comin in!
Comin in!
Comin in!
Comin in!
Comin in!

There's a coach comin' in
If you listen you can hear
A clip, up and over the hill
And the sound that you hear
Is as good to your ear
As the call of a wild whippoorwill

There's a coach comin' in
You can feel it gettin' near
All at once, and it bursts into veiw
And it looks to your eye
Like it fell from the sky
Like a coach full of dreams come true

For it's bringin' me eyes that are moonlight
And it's carryin' lips that are wine (kiss sound)
And it's comin' with arms that are pillows
And this evening it all will be mine

There's a coach comin' in
Can you smell it like a steer?
Yet the soap tub remains far away
From the socks from your feet
From the socks from your feet
Rake your hair till it's neat
Rake your hair till it's neat
There's a coach comin' in
There's a coach comin' in today!

There's a coach comin' in
Hurry! Hurry! Do ya hear?
With a cargo of joy from Paree
Drop the tables and chairs
Get them beds up the stairs
And be sure every lock has a key

For it's coming with girls who buy perfume
Who wear powder and rouge from Paree
Who will have to go somewhere to get them
And that somewhere to go, will be me

There's a coach comin' in
And it's flyin' like a deer
Thank the Lord, there's relief on the way
Packed with all of your hearts
Packed with all of your hearts
More than half dozen tarts
More than half dozen tarts
There's a coach comin' in
There's a coach comin in today!

There's a coach comin' in
If you listen you can hear it
A clip, up and over the hill
And the sound that you hear
Is as good
As the call of the wild whippoorwill

For it's bringin' me eyes that are moonlight
And it's carryin' lips that are wine
It's comin' with arms that are pillows
And this evening it all will be mine

There's a coach comin' in
If you listen you can hear it
A clip, up and over the hill
And the sound that you hear
Is as good to your ear
As the call of the wild whippoorwill

There's a coach comin' in
You can feel it gettin' near
All at once, and it bursts into veiw
And it looks to your eye
Like it fell from the sky
Like a coach full of dreams come true

For it's bringin' me eyes that are moonlight
And it's carryin' lips that are wine
And it's comin' with arms that are pillows
And this evening it all will be mine

There's a coach comin' in
Now it's flyin' in the clear
And the sun almost closes the day
Now there ain't pots of gold
Now they're all livin' gold
There's a coach comin' in
There's a coach comin' in
And it's here!

Cool The Engines
Composer(s): Brad Delp; Tom Scholz; Fran Sheehan
Performer(s): Boston



Now I like takin' off
Don't like burnin' out
Every time you turn it on 
Makes me want to shout
We keep getting hotter
Movin' way too fast 
If we don't slow this fire down
We're not gonna last

Cool the engines
Red line's gettin' near
Cool the engines
Better take it out of gear

I'm no fool
I'm gonna keep it cool
and take it day by day
We won't know where we might go
'Till we take it all the way

Take me for a ride
Take me all the way
Take me where I've never been 
Someplace I can stay
Don't get yourself too hot
Don't get yourself too high
If we don't take it easy now 
We can kiss it all goodbye 

Cool the engines
Slow this rocket down
Cool the engines
Why don't ya take a look around 

I'm no fool, gonna keep it cool
Take it day by day
We won't know where we might go
'Till we take it all the way 

Cool the engines
Cool the engines
Goin' over the line
Goin' off the dial
Runnin' out of time
And it's gettin' wild 

Got flashin' lights 
Goin' 'round and 'round
Until we get it right
Better cool it down
Better cool it down

Cool the engines

And now we're on our way
No need to hurry just to get from day to day 
And I, oooh, I know
We don't have to run that hard to get where we can go

Cool the engines

Cool the engines down

Cool the engines

Cool the engines down

Ruleta
Composer(s): Luis Arcaraz; Ernesto Cortázar
Performer(s): Javier Solis;
and various other artists



En la casa de juego de la vida
en la loca ruleta del amo
una noche sin ver lo que exponía
contra el tuyo jugué mi corazón

Giró la rueda con sus días rojos
encendidos de fuego y de pasión
Giró la rueda con sus días negros
amargados de cruel desilusión

Yo creí que ganar era muy fácil
y aposté sin pensar que eras mujer
Como el cristal mi suerte fue tan frágil
que un cambio de tu amor me hizo perder

No me quejo son cosas de la vida
si en la loca ruleta del amor
mi corazón jugué en una partida
y un golpe del azar se lo llevó

Quise todo jugar al trece negro
cabalístico, número fatal
yo poniendo tu suerte con la mía
tu cariño jugué para mi mal

Rodó la bola con carrera loca
y rodando otro número marcó
Rodó la vida y perdí tu boca
que otros labios ajenos me ganó

Yo creí que ganar era muy fácil
y aposté sin pensar que eras mujer
Como el cristal mi suerte fue tan frágil
que un cambio de tu amor me hizo perder

There's A Cabin In The Pines
Composer(s): Billy Hill
Performer(s): Ray Noble & His Orch.
and multiple other artists



There’s a cabin in the pines, hidden in the wild wood
Wrapped in honeysuckle vines
Where a mellow moon is always shining
Shining on my cabin in the pines

There’s a sweetheart in the pines writing me a letter
I can read between the lines
I can see she longs for my returning
To my little cabin in the pines

Whispering breeze, whisper to my love
Tell her I’ll come back some day
Say that I’m blue, broken hearted too
Sorry that I went away

There’s a cabin in the pines meant to be a love nest
Down among the Carolines
Is it any wonder I’m so lonely
Longing for my cabin in the pines

Cool Papa Cool
Composer(s): Francis Cabrel
Performer(s): Francis Cabrel



Cool papa cool
C'est pas parce que ton rêve s'écroule
Qu'il faut que tu tires dans la foule autour de toi
Cool papa cool
On n'est pas fait du même moule
Toi, t'es rocher, moi pierre qui roule
On ne choisit pas
Ta fortune éclate
Tes prêtres se battent
Juste en bas de chez toi
Ta fille se shoote
Ton fils fait la route
Et ta maîtresse reçoit
Y a tes héros qui sautent
Y a des mendiants qui votent
Y a ta femme qui boit
Y a plus de cathédrales
Y a des stars en sandales
Et personne les croît

Cool papa cool
C'est pas parce que ton rêve s'écroule
Qu'il faut que tu tires dans la foule autour de toi
Cool papa cool
On n'est pas fait du même moule
Toi, t'es rocher, moi pierre qui roule
On ne choisit pas
Tous les traîtres t'embrassent
Ton pavillon de chasse
Est plein de juges hors la loi
Y a les huissiers qui sonnent
Y a dieu au téléphone
T'as du sang sur les doigts
Le temps te bouscule
Ton image brûle
Mais ne t'en fais pas
Faut que tu comprennes
Que dans dix ans à peine
C'est peut-être à moi qu'on dira...

Cool papa cool
C'est pas parce que ton rêve s'écroule
Qu'il faut que tu tires dans la foule autour de toi
Cool papa cool
On n'est pas fait du même moule
Toi, t'es rocher, moi pierre qui roule
On ne choisit pas
Cool papa cool
C'est pas parce que ton rêve s'écroule
Qu'il faut que tu tires dans la foule autour de toi
Cool papa cool

Rules Of The Game
Composer(s): Billy Sherrill
Performer(s): Billy Sherrill



The first time, the first time you made me blue
I should have stayed away, stayed away from you
But I just didn't know the rules of the game

And many times like the time before
You know you made me cry but I came back for more
Still I didn't know the rules of the game

Now I know somebody, someone's gonna make you blue
And you're gonna need someone to tell your trouble to
But there'll be one you know who'll always come to you
Guess I'll never know the rules of the game

There's A Boy Coming Home On Leave
Composer(s): Jimmy Kennedy
Performer(s): Flanagan & Allen
and multiple other artists



There's a boy coming home on leave
There's a girl wants him home on leave
She'll meet him right at the station
And will she tell all the Nation

There's a boy coming home on leave
And his heart will be on his sleeve
They'll have a grand celebration
When he comes home on leave

And as they meet, he'll tell her how he's missed her
That's after he's kissed her
And then they'll talk about that wedding morning
They'll plan a honeymoon, the Army can't wait till June

There's a boy coming home on leave
He'll enjoy coming home on leave
They'll make it ten days of heaven
When he comes home on leave

Allen: Bud, isn't it wonderful coming home on leave?

Flanagan: Yes, Ches, we'll soon be in Victoria Station 
What's the first thing you gotta do when you get in? 
As soon as you see the Missus, what're you gonna do?

Allen: The first thing, Bud, I'm gonna kiss the Wife

Flanagan: Are ya? And the second thing?

Allen: Well, take me pack off 
What about you, Bud?

Flanagan: Well, I'm goin' straigt in to the Missus and I'm gonna say 
"There's something I want!", send the kids to the pictures 
And when the kids are gone to the pictures, you know what I'm gonna ask her?

Allen: No, Bud

Flanagan: How ya been gettin' on for bacon?

Both: Ha-ha-ha-ha

And as they meet, he'll tell her how he's missed her
That's after he's kissed her
And then they'll talk about that wedding morning
They'll plan a honeymoon the Army ????? in June

There's a boy coming home on leave
He'll enjoy coming home on leave
They'll make it ten days of heaven
When he comes home on leave

Cool Night
Composer(s): Paul Davis
Performer(s): Paul Davis



I sometimes wonder why
All the flowers have to die
I dream about you
And now -- Summer's come and gone
And the nights they seem so long
Come on over tonight
Come on over

It's gonna be a cool night
Just let me hold you by the firelight
If it don't feel right you can go

Oh-- when the cool night brings back memories
Of a good life when this love was not so old

Oh-- I won't talk about the past
How love's supposed to last forever
And you -- Don't have to take a stand
Lay out any plans
Come on over tonight
Come on over

It's gonna be a cool night
Just let me hold you by the firelight
If it don't feel right you can go

It's gonna be a cool night
Just let me hold you by the firelight
If it don't feel right you can go ...

Rule Britannia
(Traditiona)



When Britain first, at Heaven's command 
Arose from out the azure main
Arose from, arose from out the azure main
This was the charter, the charter of the Land 
And Guardian Angels sang this strain

Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves! 
Britons never, ever, ever shall be slaves
Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves! 
Britons never, ever, ever shall be slaves 

The nations, not so blest as thee
Must, in their turns, to tyrants fall
Must, in their turns, to tyrants fall 
While thou shalt flourish great and free
The dread and envy of them all

Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves! 
Britons never, ever, ever shall be slaves
Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves! 
Britons never, ever, ever shall be slaves 

Still more majestic shalt thou rise
More dreadful from each foreign stroke
More dreadful, dreadful from each foreign stroke
As the loud blast, the blast that tears the skies 
Serves but to root the native oak

Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves! 
Britons never, ever, ever shall be slaves
Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves! 
Britons never, ever, ever shall be slaves 

Thee haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame
All their attempts to bend thee down 
All their, all their attempts to bend thee down
Will but arouse; arouse thy gen'rous flame
But work their woe and their renown

Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves! 
Britons never, ever, ever shall be slaves
Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves! 
Britons never, ever, ever shall be slaves 

The Muses still with Freedom found 
Shall to thy happy coast repair
Shall to thy happy, happy coast repair
Blest isle with matchless, with matchless beauty crown'd
And manly hearts to guard the fair

Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves! 
Britons never, ever, ever shall be slaves
Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves! 
Britons never, ever, ever shall be slaves

There'll Come A Time
Composer(s): Eugene Record - Floyd Smith
First release by: Betty Everett
and multiple other artists



There'll come a time in every girl's life
She'll have to cry
There'll come a time when the heart
Won't take no more
She'll have to cry, cry, cry, cry
Baby sometimes you see the rich have to cry
The poor have to cry
You got to cry
And I got to cry sometimes
I'll say it again
Rich have to cry
The poor have to cry
You got to cry
I got to cry, oh yeah

Oh love, oh love, oh love
Why you wanna go
Away and leave me here to cry
When you know I would miss you
But oh baby, if you'd please
Please come back to me
I apologize, if I ever made you cry
You see the rich have to cry
Poor have to cry
You get to cry
And I got to cry 

Cool Love
Composer(s): Vicki Countryman - Wanda Jackson
Performer(s): Wanda Jackson; Kim Lenz



You've been playin' it cool
I've been playin' a fool
(ooh wah)
Now don't you give me that cool love (give me that cool love)
Give me the kind I need (the kind I need)
Let's start gettin' with it, baby
You're actin' like a square to me (baby!)
Well, love's gotta be warm
And love's gotta be right
And this ain't no ice cube that you're with tonight
So don't you dish me out the cool love (give me that cool love)
It don't move me at all (move me at all)
And if you'd live it up, baby
Man, we'd really have a ball (baby!)
You've been playin' it cool
I've been playin' a fool
(ooh wah)
Now don't you give me that cool love (give me that cool love)
Give me the kind I need (the kind I need)
Let's start gettin' with it, baby
You're actin' like a square to me (baby!)
Now the clock is strikin' one
And we ain't had no fun
Just throw your arms around me
And the night has just begun
Now that's a little more like it (a little more like it)
Now you're doing all right (doing all right)
And if you keep it up, baby
I'll see you tomorrow night (see you tomorrow night)
See you tomorrow night (see you tomorrow night)
See you tomorrow night (see you tomorrow night)
See ya!
(Yeah)

Rufus Xavier Sarsaparilla
Composer(s): Bob Dorough; Kathy Mandry
Performer(s): Jack Sheldon



Now I have a friend named Rufus Xavier Sarsaparilla
and I could say that Rufus found a kangaroo
That followed Rufus home
And now tbat kangaroo belongs
To Rufus Xavier Sarsaparilla ...
Whew! I could say that, but I don't have to
Because I have pronouns I can say,
He found a kangaroo that followed him home
And now it is his
You see, he, him and his are pronouns
Replacing the noun Rufus Xavier Sarsaparilla
A very proper noun
And it is a pronoun replacing the noun kangaroo
Now comma
Now Rufus has a sister named Rafaella Gabriela Sarsaparilla
If she found a kangaroo I'd say to you
She found a kangaroo that followed her home
and now it is hers but I can't say that
Because she found an aardvark
That fell in love with her and they're so happy

And my name is Albert Andreas Armadillo
(No relation to the Sarsaparillas)
Because of pronouns I can say
I wish she would find a rhinoceros for me
And we'd be happy
You see, a pronoun was made to take the place of a noun
Because saying all those nouns over and over
Can really wear you down

Now I could tell you Rafaella Gabriela
and Rufus Xavier Sarsaparilla and
Albert Andreas Armadillo found
an aardvark, a kangaroo and a rhinoceros
And now that aardvark and that kangaroo
and that rhinoceros belong respectively to
Rafaella Gabriela Sarsaparilla
and Rufus Xavier Sarsaparilla
and Albert Andreas Armadillo
Whew! Because of pronouns I can say in this way
We found them and they found us
And now they are ours and we're so happy
Thank you pronouns!
A pronoun was made to take the place of a noun
Because saying all those nouns over and over
Can really wear you down

Sometimes when we take them all on the bus
People really raise a fuss
They start shouting out pronouns at us
Like, "Who brought that rhinoceros on the bus?"
And "What made that horrible noise?"
And "Which one of them's getting off first?"
Who what and which are special pronouns
which can ask a question in the sense
where you do not know the name of the noun

But I know
I have mine and she has hers and he has his
You have yours
They love us and we love them
What's ours is theirs, that's how it is with friends
And pronouns, you are really friends
'Cause saying all those nouns over and over
can really wear you down

There'll Be Time
Composer(s): Michel Legrand - Alan Bergman - Marilyn Bergman



There's a time and place we've yet to know
There's a sea we've yet to sail
Though we saw the mountain long ago
It's a peak we've yet to scale

There's another world we've yet to find
It's a world we've yet to lose
There's a winding road yet to find
And another yet to choose

And there's a tender journey yet to take
A sun that waits to rise
There are promises we've yet to make
Days we'll spend will never end in each others eyes

There will be time enough for everything
Time for life, time for love
Time for us, time for you
And time for me

Cool Jerk
Composer(s): Donald Storball
First release by: The Capitols - 1966
Covered by multiple other artists



Cool Jerk
Cool Jerk
Cool Jerk
Cool Jerk

Well I know a cat who can really do the cool jerk
I know a cat who can really do the cool jerk
Well this cat that you're talkin' about
Has nothing, nothing on me
'Cuz I know I'm the heppest cat
The heppest cat that ever could be

Well they see me walkin' down the street
The say hey!
All them fellas drop to their knees
I'm the reason that they don't smirk
Cuz they know I'm the queen of the cool jerk

Cool jerk
Cool jerk
Cool jerk
Cool jerk

Okay girls...break it down!
Bring it down reeeeeeeaaaalll uh-huh
Uh-huh, well that's right

Now, I know a lot of you out there are thinkin'
Man, are those girls fools?
When way deep down inside
You know we're way cool
Now Gina, hon, she beats that drum
Oh man, she beat it mean
That mighty sound will shake the ground
C'mon and do your thing

Right now!
Oh that sounds good
I wanna hear some of that bad, bad bass
A one, a two, a one two three four
You're playin' baby
C'mon everybody
I wanna hear you all

Can you do
Can you do can you do can you do can you do
Can you do can you do can you do can you do
Can you do can you do can you do can you do
The cool jerk
C'mon people
Cool Jerk

Well they see me walkin' down the street
The say hey!
All them fellas drop to their knees
I'm the reason that they don't smirk
Cuz they know I'm the queen of the cool jerk

Cool Jerk
C'mon people
Cool Jerk
We're runnin' now
Cool Jerk
Hey, hey
Cool Jerk!