Ima Robot

Julie's clocking out at the station
Hurry up and get your pay
A two day vacation
Friday, saturday
Down in the basement
Shower up in the sink
Throw on some lipstick and
Look pretty in pink
Short skirts in the cold
To the club
Oh the night is waiting
Getting closer you feel it shaking
On the dance floor
This is the beat, the beat we fight to
This is the beat we live and die to
Here's to the kids that get it off
We work all week to sweat it off
This is the beat we beat the pressure
Throwing away the world with pleasure
We're working hard to burn it off
So dj won't you turn it up
Beat beat, beat beat
Beat beat, beat beat
Julie's doing shots at the counter
Thinking 'bout his great escape
From his stupid job telemarketing
But he never can shake the weight
A little tap on the shoulder
The prettiest girl in pink
"Oh no, I can't dance," he told her
As she dragged him from his drink
Freeze frame in the heat