Friday night, eleven o'clock
When I roll out of bed
Pack up my phones and my laptop
Hop in my Hummer
Down to the club, the Velvet Rope
I make the people move
My index finger is certified gold
See how I use it? Here's how I use it
Space-Bar - I press the Space-Bar
Space-Bar - I press the Space-Bar
Around the world, expenses paid
A nonstop boogie
London, Ibiza, Berlin, L.A.
I bring the party (in my carry-on bag)
Shakin' some booty, twiddle some knobs
You gotta make it look good
But all the magic is in my member
I'm right on target, again (I never miss)
Space-Bar - I press the Space-Bar
Space-Bar - I press the Space-Bar
(Now, the ladies; here come the ladies)
Oh, Mr. DJ; hey, Mr. DJ
You press the spacebar, and we go crazy
The very idol of every lady
Please press the spacebar; hey, Mr. DJ
(Thanks, girls)
Space-Bar - I press the Space-Bar
Space-Bar - I press the Space-Bar
