Turn it up, turn it up, turn it upside down
 Turn it up, turn it up, turn it upside down
 Turn it up, turn it up, turn it upside down
 Turn it up, turn it up, turn it upside down

 Turn the beat around
 Love to hear the percussion
 Turn it upside down
 Love to hear the percussion
 Love to hear it

 Blow horns you sure sound pretty
 Your violins keep movin' to the nitty gritty
 When you hear the scratch of the guitars scratchin'
 Then you'll know that rhythm carries all the action, so
 Woah yeah

 Turn the beat around
 Love to hear the percussion
 Turn it upside down
 Love to hear the percussion
 Love to hear it

 Turn the beat around
 Love to hear the percussion
 Turn it upside down
 Love to hear the percussion
 Love to hear it

 Flute player play your flute 'cause
 I know that you want to get your thing off
 But you see I've made up my mind about it
 It's got to be the rhythm, no doubt about it, woah woah
 'Cause when the guitar player start playing
 With the syncopated rhythm, with the scratch, scratch, scratch
 Makes me wanna move my body yeah, yeah, yeah
 And when the [bad word] starts beating that beat
 He nails that beat with the syncopated rhythm
 With the rat, tat, tat, tat, tat, tat on the [bad word]  hey

 Turn the beat around
 Love to hear the percussion
 Turn it upside down
 Love to hear the percussion
 Love to hear it
 Love to hear it
 Love to hear it
 Love to hear it

 Turn it up, turn it up, turn it upside down
 Turn it up, turn it up, turn it upside down
 Turn it up, turn it up, turn it upside down
 Turn it up, turn it up, turn it upside down

 Turn the beat around
 Love to hear the percussion
 Turn it upside down
 Love to hear the percussion
 Love to hear it