Shake it, baby, before it shakes you,
Get it, baby, and let it take you where you want it to
Don't say maybe, that just won't do,
You say I'm crazy
But this music's got me feeling good.
I know it's fever, but I don't need no cure
You're the doctor,
I'm your patient that's for sure,
I'm your patient that's for sure.
Hear it, baby, sneakin' on through,
You'll know it, baby, when that rhythm
gets inside your shoes.
Now don't say maybe, you know it's good for you
Don't drive me crazy
Just tell me what you're gonna do.
Don't run baby, I'm telling you
And it's too late, baby,
Because this rhythm's creeping up on you,
You know it's creeping up on you.
We got a Jackknife Beat,
Sounds like an ice cream truck rolling down a back street
We got the whole thing going like a pneumatic drill
The guitar man's playing like he's fit to kill
We got a Jackknife Beat,
A killer of a backbeat,
Syphon off the syrup, let it take a back seat
What's cooking in the kitchen has come to a boil
What's brewing in the basement's bound to overspill
Shake it baby, before it shakes you,
Get it, baby, and let it take it to where you want it to.
Don't say maybe, you know that won't do
You say I'm crazy
But this music's got me feeling good
You call it fever, but I got the cure
Yeah, your the doctor
And I'm your patient that's for sure,
Get it, baby, and let it take you where you want it to
Don't say maybe, that just won't do,
You say I'm crazy
But this music's got me feeling good.
I know it's fever, but I don't need no cure
You're the doctor,
I'm your patient that's for sure,
I'm your patient that's for sure.
Hear it, baby, sneakin' on through,
You'll know it, baby, when that rhythm
gets inside your shoes.
Now don't say maybe, you know it's good for you
Don't drive me crazy
Just tell me what you're gonna do.
Don't run baby, I'm telling you
And it's too late, baby,
Because this rhythm's creeping up on you,
You know it's creeping up on you.
We got a Jackknife Beat,
Sounds like an ice cream truck rolling down a back street
We got the whole thing going like a pneumatic drill
The guitar man's playing like he's fit to kill
We got a Jackknife Beat,
A killer of a backbeat,
Syphon off the syrup, let it take a back seat
What's cooking in the kitchen has come to a boil
What's brewing in the basement's bound to overspill
Shake it baby, before it shakes you,
Get it, baby, and let it take it to where you want it to.
Don't say maybe, you know that won't do
You say I'm crazy
But this music's got me feeling good
You call it fever, but I got the cure
Yeah, your the doctor
And I'm your patient that's for sure,