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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pete Davis
Pete Davis
Programming
Ron Fair
Ron Fair
Orchestra Conductor
Talent Bootcamp Kids
Talent Bootcamp Kids
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gwen Stefani
Gwen Stefani
Songwriter
Oscar Hammerstein II
Oscar Hammerstein II
Songwriter
Pharrell Williams
Pharrell Williams
Songwriter
Richard Rodgers
Richard Rodgers
Songwriter
Jeremy Healy
Jeremy Healy
Arranger
Paul Morris
Paul Morris
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Neptunes
The Neptunes
Producer
Brian Garten
Brian Garten
Recording Engineer
Alex Dromgoole
Alex Dromgoole
Assistant Mixing Engineer
David Emery
David Emery
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Hart Gunther
Hart Gunther
Assistant Recording Engineer
Mark Stent
Mark Stent
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Ha, high on the hills with the lonely goatherd Lay-od-lay-od-lay-he-hoo He yodelled back with the girl and goatherd Lay-od-lay-od-low Wind it up Wind it up (Hun hun) wind it up (Hun hun, hun-hun, hun hun) Yodellay, yodallay, yodel-low (yeah) This is the key that makes us wind up When the beat comes on, the girls all line up And the boys all look, but no, they can't touch But the girls want to know why boys like us so much They like the way we dance, they like the way we work They like the way that L.A.M.B. is going 'cross my shirt They like the way my pants, it compliments my shape (She's crazy, right?) They like the way we react every time we hear the- Every time the bass bangs, realize it calls your name Let the beat wind you up, and don't stop 'til your time is up (get in line now) (Hun, hun hun) wind it up (hun hun, hun-hun, hun hun) Wind it up (come on) (hun hun, hun-hun, hun hun) Wind it up (hun hun, hun-hun, hun hun) Yodelay, yodelay, yodal-low You've got to let the beat get under your skin You've got to open up and let it all in But see, once it gets in, the popping begins Then you find out why all the boys stare See, they're trying to bite our style Trying to study our approach They like the way we do it, so original I guess that they are slow, so they should leave the room This beat is for the clubs and cars that go- Every time the bass bangs, realize it calls your name Let the beat wind you up, and don't stop 'til your time is up (get in line now) (hun, hun-hun) (Hun, hun hun) wind it up (hun hun, hun-hun, hun hun) (whenever you're ready) Wind it up (hun hun, hun-hun, hun hun) Wind it up (hun hun, hun-hun, hun hun) Wind it up (hun hun) (yodelay, yodelay, yodal-low) (Uh-huh, hun) this is your moment (Uh-huh, hun) come on girl, you know you own it (Uh-huh, hun) you know your key is still tick-tocking (Hell yeah) but you know they're watching Get it girl, get it-get it girl Get it girl, get it-get it girl To the front, to the side, to the back, but don't let him ride Keep goin' girl, it's your night Don't let him steal your light I know he thinks you're fine and stuff But does he know how to wind you up? (C'mon) (Hun, hun hun) wind it up (hun hun, hun-hun, hun hun) Wind it up (hun hun, hun-hun, hun hun) Wind it up (hun hun, hun-hun, hun hun) Wind it up (hun hun) (yodelay, yodelay, yodelay, hey)
Writer(s): Richard Rodgers, Gwen Stefani, Pharrell Williams, Oscar I Hammerstein Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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