[Zoe Trent]
The music's playin'
It's pumpin' up the crowd
The beat is in the air
The party's gettin' loud
And I am Zoe
And I'm gonna sing it
Cause I've got something to say
Zoe: (barking)
Blythe: Excuse me, Josh?
Josh: Hey! You're the girl from this morning!
Blythe: That's me! Heh. You dropped your keys, and I wanted to return them!
Josh: Wow! How did you find me?
Blythe: Uh... I'm psychic?
Josh: Unbelievable! Well, thanks!
[Zoe Trent]
I've got a new [bad word] #33;
I've got a new [bad word] #33;
Josh: Heh. Awesome!
The music's in my soul, and the sound of it is givin' me a [bad word] #33;
 [bad word] #33;
I've got a new [bad word] #33;
Singin' it out, pump it up
Cause it's givin' me a [bad word]