You hate the way I'm always watching videos
  11:30 and you just can't sleep
  You think whatever I've got playing on my stereo
  Is so pathetic that it makes you weep
  
  And the beat goes on when I get back home
  And I run straight past ya to the telephone
  And my feet don't fit in your sensible shoes
  But you just won't quit 'till you've killed my groove
  
  -Chorus-
  And woo, it freaks me out
  I've got to scream, I've got to shout
  Woo, it freaks me out
  Like Halloween, I've got no doubt
  
  I think you're weird it's written on your resumé
  You say I'm stupid and my best friend too
  And if I smile you think I'm doing it to get my way
  And if I don't I've got an attitude
  
  And the beat goes on when I get back home
  And I run straight past ya to the telephone
  And my feet don't fit in your sensible shoes
  But you just won't quit 'till you've killed my groove
  
  -Chorus-
  And woo, it freaks me out
  I've got to scream, I've got to shout
  Woo, it freaks me out
  Like Halloween, I've got no doubt
  (repeat x3)