(lyrics are written by T. Spencer, Z. Shipps)
Get out on the floor,
Do the things to make 'em adore ya,
Show 'em why you were born,
And put a little mustard on it.
Don't tell me what time it is now,
Don't tell me what time it is now,
I know what time it is now,
I know what time it is now,
It's showtime!
Showtime!
Teach the world to move to your sound,
Hop around and twirl around,
And put a little mustard on it.
Don't tell me who to love or hate now,
Don't tell me who to love or hate now,
Don't tell me who to love or hate now,
Don't tell me who to love or hate now,
'Cause I'm totally filled with hate now,
I'm totally filled with hate now,
It's showtime!
-Unsure-
"It is all done with, computers."
Hey mister! Put a little mustard on that mustard!
Don't tell me how to do my job now,
Don't tell me how to do my job now,
Don't tell me how to do my job now,
'Cause I'm totally doing my job now,
I'm totally doing my job now!
Showtime!
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Get out on the floor,
Do the things to make 'em adore ya,
Show 'em why you were born,
And put a little mustard on it.
Don't tell me what time it is now,
Don't tell me what time it is now,
I know what time it is now,
I know what time it is now,
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