It's eleven, finally
 She's been working like a maniac since three
 Takes bus seven, going west
 She pass the drycleaning, picks up her favourite dress

 Oh-woo-ho
 She's gonna rock it tonight
 Get ready
 Nothing can stop it tonight

 Mocha [bad word]  slim and tall
 But during daytime noone sees her at all
 On friday nights, you can be sure 
 When she moves everybody's looking at her

 Oh-woo-ho
 She's gonna rock it tonight
 Get ready
 Nothing can stop it tonight

 They look at her like if she's crazy
 But the way she moves it just amaze me

 She knows excactly, where [bad word] 
 Can take it further every time she's having fun
 Like a tornado, hurricane
 She's such a good time can i see her again

 Oh-woo-ho
 She's gonna rock it tonight
 Get ready
 Nothing can stop it tonight