Listen to them play our song, 
 
how they shock my poor brain with that electric refrain
 
I hear a buzzin', just like a dozen doorbells.
 

Everytime I hear our song,
 
I get weak in the knees my heart pumps up a breeze
 
Sending a stream to every extremity.
 

Parts of my anatomy are not controlled by me
 
The music's magic spell 
 
Leaves me a mess of quivering jelly.
 

Even on a violin,
 
How those sweet dulcet tones pull marrow out of my bones,
 
I must confess, it leaves me a mess, our song.
 

[sax solo] [bass solo]
 

Parts of my anatomy are not controlled by me
 
The music's magic spell 
 
Leaves me a mess of quivering jelly.
 

Even on a violin,
 
How those sweet dulcet tones pull marrow out of my bones,
 
I must confess, it leaves me a mess, our song does
 
I love to hear our song 'cause
 
It grooves me so our song.