Now ain't that more like it? Oh, that is so nice.
I think I'm about at the peak of my erotic.
Drawers shakin', bodies flowin'. I know that's right.
All of the women, it's a pandemonium.
Lots of burnin' drawers in here, gotta get me some.
Let me make up my mind, I gotta pick me one.
Here's another comin' now, it's a mass hysteria.
Wild chaotic, peak of my erotic. There's a riot goin' on.
People manic, dancin' in a panic. We call it pandemonium.
We call it pandemonium.
We call it pandemonium.
This place is out of control from all the excitement.
.... Hey Morris?
Yes?
.... Cool us down.
Naw, I don't like Eskimos.
I like'em hot with firecracker shakes, a body build that flows.
So gigolos like me can work the dance floor.
Oh, shake it now.
.... Go, Morris!
That's right. You wouldn't happen to have some liniment, would you?
Turn around. - Shake.
Lemme look at you. - Shake.
Shake it. - Shake.
Wild chaotic, peak of my erotic. There's a riot goin' on.
People manic, dancin' in a panic. We call it pandemonium.
We call it pandemonium.
Shake, shake, shake.
We call it pandemonium.
Shake, shake, shake.
Oh, hey, pandemonium. You sing. - Oh, hey, pandemonium!
Oh, drawers shake, pandemonium. Huh? - Drawers shake, pandemonium!
Drawers, they burnin'. - They burnin', they burnin'!
Drawers, they on fire. - Them hot!
Drawers, they burnin'. - They burnin', they burnin'!
Drawers, they on fire. - Oh, is them yo' drawers Morris?
Oh, hey, pandemonium. y'all sing. - Oh, hey, pandemonium!
Yeah, drawers shake, pandemonium. Yeah. - Drawers shake, pandemonium!
Fellas? - Yeah!
I'm back. - Back!
The aristocratic black. - Black!
My whip ain't got no crack. - Crack!
But we got a hell of a bang. - Got a hell of a bang!
America, I'm back. - Back!
The aristocratic black. - Black!
My whip ain't got no crack. - Crack!
But it got a hell of a bang. - Got a hell of a bang!
Drawers? - Yeah!
I'm back. - Back!
The aristocratic black. - Black!
My whip ain't got no crack. - Crack!
But we got a hell of a bang. - Got a hell of a bang, whoo!
Pandemonium Video (MV)
Performed By: The Time
Length: 4:11
Written by: JAMES SAMUEL III HARRIS, JAMES HARRIS III, JESSE WOODS JOHNSON, TERRY LEWIS, PRINCE NELSON
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Now ain't that more like it? Oh, that is so nice.
I think I'm about at the peak of my erotic.
Drawers shakin', bodies flowin'. I know that's right.
All of the women, it's a pandemonium.
Lots of burnin' drawers in here, gotta get me some.
Let me make up my mind, I gotta pick me one.
Here's another comin' now, it's a mass hysteria.
Wild chaotic, peak of my erotic. There's a riot goin' on.
People manic, dancin' in a panic. We call it pandemonium.
We call it pandemonium.
We call it pandemonium.
This place is out of control from all the excitement.
.... Hey Morris?
Yes?
.... Cool us down.
Naw, I don't like Eskimos.
I like'em hot with firecracker shakes, a body build that flows.
So gigolos like me can work the dance floor.
Oh, shake it now.
.... Go, Morris!
That's right. You wouldn't happen to have some liniment, would you?
Turn around. - Shake.
Lemme look at you. - Shake.
Shake it. - Shake.
Wild chaotic, peak of my erotic. There's a riot goin' on.
People manic, dancin' in a panic. We call it pandemonium.
We call it pandemonium.
Shake, shake, shake.
We call it pandemonium.
Shake, shake, shake.
Oh, hey, pandemonium. You sing. - Oh, hey, pandemonium!
Oh, drawers shake, pandemonium. Huh? - Drawers shake, pandemonium!
Drawers, they burnin'. - They burnin', they burnin'!
Drawers, they on fire. - Them hot!
Drawers, they burnin'. - They burnin', they burnin'!
Drawers, they on fire. - Oh, is them yo' drawers Morris?
Oh, hey, pandemonium. y'all sing. - Oh, hey, pandemonium!
Yeah, drawers shake, pandemonium. Yeah. - Drawers shake, pandemonium!
Fellas? - Yeah!
I'm back. - Back!
The aristocratic black. - Black!
My whip ain't got no crack. - Crack!
But we got a hell of a bang. - Got a hell of a bang!
America, I'm back. - Back!
The aristocratic black. - Black!
My whip ain't got no crack. - Crack!
But it got a hell of a bang. - Got a hell of a bang!
Drawers? - Yeah!
I'm back. - Back!
The aristocratic black. - Black!
My whip ain't got no crack. - Crack!
But we got a hell of a bang. - Got a hell of a bang, whoo!
I think I'm about at the peak of my erotic.
Drawers shakin', bodies flowin'. I know that's right.
All of the women, it's a pandemonium.
Lots of burnin' drawers in here, gotta get me some.
Let me make up my mind, I gotta pick me one.
Here's another comin' now, it's a mass hysteria.
Wild chaotic, peak of my erotic. There's a riot goin' on.
People manic, dancin' in a panic. We call it pandemonium.
We call it pandemonium.
We call it pandemonium.
This place is out of control from all the excitement.
.... Hey Morris?
Yes?
.... Cool us down.
Naw, I don't like Eskimos.
I like'em hot with firecracker shakes, a body build that flows.
So gigolos like me can work the dance floor.
Oh, shake it now.
.... Go, Morris!
That's right. You wouldn't happen to have some liniment, would you?
Turn around. - Shake.
Lemme look at you. - Shake.
Shake it. - Shake.
Wild chaotic, peak of my erotic. There's a riot goin' on.
People manic, dancin' in a panic. We call it pandemonium.
We call it pandemonium.
Shake, shake, shake.
We call it pandemonium.
Shake, shake, shake.
Oh, hey, pandemonium. You sing. - Oh, hey, pandemonium!
Oh, drawers shake, pandemonium. Huh? - Drawers shake, pandemonium!
Drawers, they burnin'. - They burnin', they burnin'!
Drawers, they on fire. - Them hot!
Drawers, they burnin'. - They burnin', they burnin'!
Drawers, they on fire. - Oh, is them yo' drawers Morris?
Oh, hey, pandemonium. y'all sing. - Oh, hey, pandemonium!
Yeah, drawers shake, pandemonium. Yeah. - Drawers shake, pandemonium!
Fellas? - Yeah!
I'm back. - Back!
The aristocratic black. - Black!
My whip ain't got no crack. - Crack!
But we got a hell of a bang. - Got a hell of a bang!
America, I'm back. - Back!
The aristocratic black. - Black!
My whip ain't got no crack. - Crack!
But it got a hell of a bang. - Got a hell of a bang!
Drawers? - Yeah!
I'm back. - Back!
The aristocratic black. - Black!
My whip ain't got no crack. - Crack!
But we got a hell of a bang. - Got a hell of a bang, whoo!
Writer: JAMES SAMUEL III HARRIS, JAMES HARRIS III, JESSE WOODS JOHNSON, TERRY LEWIS, PRINCE NELSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.