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 you to the telephone
And my feet don't fit in your sensible shoes
But you just won't wait quit 'till you've killed my groove

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 resum�
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 attitude

And the beat goes on when I get back home
And I run straight past you to the telephone
And my feet don't fit in your sensible shoes
But you just won't wait quit 'till you've killed my groove

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

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

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

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