Yodellay, yodal-low
This is the key that
makes us wind up
When the beat comes on,
the girls all line up
And the boys all look,
but no, they can't touch
But the girls want to know
why boys like us so much
They like the way we dance,
they like the way we work
They like that way
that L.A.M.B. is going
across my shirt
They like the way my pants,
it compliments my shape
They like the way we react
everytime
Everytime the bass bangs,
realize it calls your name
Let the beat wind you up,
and don't stop till your
time is up
Get in line now
uh, uh, uh,
Wind it up,
uh, uh, uh, uh uh, uh
Wind it up,
uh, uh, uh, uh uh, uh
Wind it up,
uh, uh, uh, uh uh, uh
Wind it up,
You've got to let the beat
get under your skin
You've got to open up,
and let it all in
But see, once it gets in,
the poppin' begins
Then you'll find out,
why all the boys stare
Uh huh,
it's your moment
Uh huh, come on girl,
you know you own it
Uh huh, you know your
key is still tick-tockin'
Hell yeah,
and you know they're watchin'
Get it girl,
get it, get it girl
Get it girl,
get it, get it girl
To the font, to the side,
To the back,
but don't let him ride
Keep goin' girl,
it's your night
Don't let him steal your light
I know he thinks you're
fine and stuff
But does he know
how to wind you up?
Yodellay, yodal-low,
