Whoa-oh-oh! Uh-oh!
Look out, look out!
Whoa-oh-oh! Uh-oh!
She’s gonna make you shout!
Whoa-oh-oh! Uh-oh!
Beware the flow!
Whoa-oh-oh! Uh-oh!
Turn off the radio!
It’s the legendary lyricist, the Phoenix rose,
here to shake your body from your hair down to your toes!
It starts in your ears and flows down your spine,
works its way into your hips until it makes you mine!
Oozes down into your heart and it infects your soul
until your whole entire body starts to lose control.
‘Cause the second you start hearing my hypnotic groove
you’ll forget how to think, and you can only move!
Don’t be shy, everyone knows you can’t help but lose it
when your system’s overridden by the sound of music!
It’s not your fault, nobody can maintain their focus
When they’re sucked into the Dragon-style hocus-pocus!
Don’t know why you’re surprised that you’re completely transfixed
and absolutely mesmerized by the track that we mixed.
With Ranko on the mic, Crash strummin’, Ken drummin’,
Shin and Jacob dropping bombs back there, you should’ve seen it coming!
Whoa-oh-oh! Uh-oh!
Beware the flow!
Whoa-oh-oh! Uh-oh!
Turn off the radio!
You can’t help but dance. There’s no time to rest.
There’s a siren on the mic that’s making you possessed!
There’s nowhere to hide! Nowhere to go!
No escaping from the demon in your radio!
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There’s another verse coming, so I’m back from hell
to put your shaking butt right back under my spell.
There’s a slither in my rhythm, shipped in straight from Hades,
heatin’ all the boys up, and most of the ladies!
So, don’t call a doctor, don’t call a priest!
You’re a thrall to the rhythm and can’t be released!
All that’s left is to surrender and profess devotion
as you’re lyrically commanded to perpetual motion!
I’m a psycho on the microphone, vile and evil!
With a rhythm this insidious, it’s gotta be illegal!
As long as you can hear me, then you’re mine for the taking!
Now my devilish revelry’s got your skeleton shaking!
Your muscles take over, your mind’s deactivated
as this tricksy singing pixie makes you totally captivated.
Might as well give in and come to grips with your fate;
once you heard the bass drop, it was already too late!
Whoa-oh-oh! Uh-oh!
Beware the flow!
Whoa-oh-oh! Uh-oh!
Turn off the radio!
You can’t help but dance. There’s no time to rest.
There’s a siren on the mic that’s making you possessed!
There’s nowhere to hide! Nowhere to go!
No escaping from the demon in your radio!
You're not ready for me, boy. I’m strange and exotic!
Diabolically, chaotically, hypnotically erotic!
Even if you don’t wanna be dancin’, well, you’re forced to be,
so cower to my power of seductive sonic sorcery.
You know you’re totally enchanted, so give in to my hex!
You ain’t gettin’ with me, and so it’s better than sex!
Even the wallflowers over there, bored and listless,
will be crawling to the floor, screaming out ”Yes, mistress!”
You can’t help but dance. There’s no time to rest.
There’s a siren on the mic that’s making you possessed!
There’s nowhere to hide! Nowhere to go!
No escaping from the demon in your radio!
Now that I’ve got you, I ain’t ever gonna let you go!
No escaping from the demon in your radio!