Bouncer: All right everybody, I need one line, one line
I need eight dollars and a picture ID or else you're not getting in
Girl: Excuse me excuse me, let me through please
I'm with the DJ'
I'm with the DJ, ok?
Bouncer: Heh, sure you know the DJ, sure you do
Everybodys on the guest list
Girl: Excuse me
Excuse me (excuse me, excuse me excuse me)
Excuse me excuse me Mr. Bouncer
My babys spinnin, it's a packed dance floor
My heart is pumpin cryin out for more
The beat is heavy, any boy could be mine
So move on over, I'm the DJ's girl
Girl: Excuse me, let me through please
Bouncer: Eight bucks honey!
Girl: What? Eight dollars? No way.
I'm on the guest list
I'm with the DJ?
Look, I don't have time to stand out here and talk about your
little problems
Like, why do you think I have these records?
Do you think I dress like this for fun?
Excuse me, like were you not listening to me, or what?
This is way out of hand, like I'm so sure
What do you mean? Check the guest list again, Mr. Bouncer-head
muscle-man
I'm with the DJ
Bouncer: No, I don't think so baby -- I'm the man
You're not getting in
Girl: Hey stupid steroid-face!
Eight dollars? I'm not gonna pay your dumb little cover charge
I'm with the DJ
I'm with the DJ
I'm with the DJ, ok?
My babys spinnin, it's a packed dance floor
My heart is pumpin cryin out for more
The beat is heavy, any boy could be mine
So come on over, I'm the DJ's girl
Oo-oo-oo, I'm the DJ's girl
Oo-oo-oo, I'm the DJ's girl
Bouncer: All right everybody, one solid line
I need eight dollars and a picture ID or else you're not getting in
Girl: Excuse me
excuse me Mr. Bouncer
Bouncer: Heh, why don't you go home you little groupie
you're wastin my time
Girl: Excuse me
excuse me Mr. Bouncer
Bouncer: I need eight bucks and a picture ID
Girl: Look, if you value your stupid little job
You better get outta my way
'cause I'm with the DJ
what?
Oh my God, I'm so sure
Like in a million years
You are so dead
Like, why do you think I have these records?
Do you think I dress like this for fun?
Excuse me, like were you not listening to me, or what?
This is way out of hand, like I'm so sure
What do you mean? Check the guest list again, Mr. Bouncer-head
muscle-man
I'm with the DJ
I'm with the DJ, ok?
My babys spinnin, it's a packed dance floor
My heart is pumpin cryin out for more
The beat is heavy, any boy could be mine
So come on over, I'm the DJ's girl
My babys spinnin, it's a packed dance floor
My heart is pumpin cryin out for more
The beat is heavy, any boy could be mine
So move on over I'm the DJ's girl
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I need eight dollars and a picture ID or else you're not getting in
Girl: Excuse me excuse me, let me through please
I'm with the DJ'
I'm with the DJ, ok?
Bouncer: Heh, sure you know the DJ, sure you do
Everybodys on the guest list
Girl: Excuse me
Excuse me (excuse me, excuse me excuse me)
Excuse me excuse me Mr. Bouncer
My babys spinnin, it's a packed dance floor
My heart is pumpin cryin out for more
The beat is heavy, any boy could be mine
So move on over, I'm the DJ's girl
Girl: Excuse me, let me through please
Bouncer: Eight bucks honey!
Girl: What? Eight dollars? No way.
I'm on the guest list
I'm with the DJ?
Look, I don't have time to stand out here and talk about your
little problems
Like, why do you think I have these records?
Do you think I dress like this for fun?
Excuse me, like were you not listening to me, or what?
This is way out of hand, like I'm so sure
What do you mean? Check the guest list again, Mr. Bouncer-head
muscle-man
I'm with the DJ
Bouncer: No, I don't think so baby -- I'm the man
You're not getting in
Girl: Hey stupid steroid-face!
Eight dollars? I'm not gonna pay your dumb little cover charge
I'm with the DJ
I'm with the DJ
I'm with the DJ, ok?
My babys spinnin, it's a packed dance floor
My heart is pumpin cryin out for more
The beat is heavy, any boy could be mine
So come on over, I'm the DJ's girl
Oo-oo-oo, I'm the DJ's girl
Oo-oo-oo, I'm the DJ's girl
Bouncer: All right everybody, one solid line
I need eight dollars and a picture ID or else you're not getting in
Girl: Excuse me
excuse me Mr. Bouncer
Bouncer: Heh, why don't you go home you little groupie
you're wastin my time
Girl: Excuse me
excuse me Mr. Bouncer
Bouncer: I need eight bucks and a picture ID
Girl: Look, if you value your stupid little job
You better get outta my way
'cause I'm with the DJ
what?
Oh my God, I'm so sure
Like in a million years
You are so dead
Like, why do you think I have these records?
Do you think I dress like this for fun?
Excuse me, like were you not listening to me, or what?
This is way out of hand, like I'm so sure
What do you mean? Check the guest list again, Mr. Bouncer-head
muscle-man
I'm with the DJ
I'm with the DJ, ok?
My babys spinnin, it's a packed dance floor
My heart is pumpin cryin out for more
The beat is heavy, any boy could be mine
So come on over, I'm the DJ's girl
My babys spinnin, it's a packed dance floor
My heart is pumpin cryin out for more
The beat is heavy, any boy could be mine
So move on over I'm the DJ's girl
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