All the girls in public school
Got bored eyes and drunk tattoos
Movin' their hips through the mini mall
Confessing their love on a bathroom stall
Singing oh, baby you
Oh whoa yeah, baby you
You got the beat yeah
Alright
Dig it Ain’t got the loca, ain’t got the car
I got a long-distance stare that’ll take you far
Is that what you want, is that what you need?
But you got it so bad now, you beg and you plead
Singing oh, baby you
Oh whoa yeah, baby you
You got the beat yeah
La la la la la la la la Oh baby I got the beat
La la la la la la la la Oh daddy I got it La la la la la la la la
Oh honey I got the beat
La la la la la la la la The beatnik kids with the junkyard shoes
Losing their heads, man, losing their cool
I’m in the back, losing my buzz
Saying «you can go to hell, just because»
Good, baby it’s good
Oh it’s good
Good baby it’s good
Oh so damn good
Good baby it’s good
Oh honey I wish you would
Good
La la la la la la la la Oh baby I got the beat
La la la la la la la la Oh daddy I got it La la la la la la la la
Oh yeah baby I got the beat
La la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la Oh yeah, honey, I got, got the beat
La la la la la la la la Come on come on come on La la la la la la la la
Oh yeah honey I got the beat
La la la la la la la la Get it get it get it La la la la la la la la
Ooh come on baby
La la la la la la la la Whoo!
La la la la la la la la Yeah
La la la la la la la la Come on now, come on now
La la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la