Take It Off (feat. DJ Zulu & Heidi Vogel)

K-k-k-k-k-k-k

I'm feeling whole again

See how we roll, my friend (Yeah, yeah)

I'm kinda born again

I'm semi-naked, naked (Naked, hahaha)

I'm feeling whole again (Feeling whole again)

See how we roll, my friend (K-k-k, come on)

I'm kinda born again

I'm semi-naked, naked, take it, take it off

Take it off, haha, just take it off, man, it's alright

Take it off, yeah (Yeah)

Take it off (Semi-naked, naked, take it)

Take it off, yeah (Feeling whole again)

Come on now, yeah, yeah, woo

Naked, naked, naked, take it, take it, hahaha

Take it off, man

Chillax and just take it off (Take it off)

Yeah, I'm happy for you

I'm happy for you too

You see, we have like two or twenty-two days of summer in London

Give or take the odd rainy, rainbow evening

Believe me, the morning dew is due to start about, what, seven?

Seven a.m. and the birds are singing and it's simply beautiful

When it's beautiful

And then there's the guys, they're wearing like yellow t-shirts

And the women with the lime linen jackets and the salmon suits

That suit the mood of the day and that's just going to work

And that's going to work, 'cause it's a good look

And then you got those dog-walkers and the talkers

And the joggers in jogging bottoms and shorts

And sizes that mesmerise the eyes and thick thighs

Just be yourself, man, you only live one life

So you may as well live it with the bright colours

Like a peacock dancing to the rainbow theme tune

Paint the whole world, whatever, man

But seriously, the shape of things to come, comes to mind

'Cause come eight o'clock, the moon replaces the luminous shoelaces

And matching footless tights, it's alright

Open-toed shoes, baseball caps and barbecues

Fruit stalls, buying strawberries, please

B-ball courts and all sorts and all them tings

And that's just one freak, sunny day of spring

But seriously, seriously

We have different skin types that delight

Golden-brown, black and white

Hair shades, multiple colours, weaves and braids

And grade one fades

And then there's those pretty boys with

The bald heads like Morris Chestnut

I'll call you, I guess not

And we're walking along the Waterloo

Not as in Nelson or Abba, but the Thames

London Eye will grab your attention span

Not to mention the African man percussionists, cyclists

And the b-boys and girls spinning on their wrists

Water fights, water pistols, folding paper fans

And now you understand why I'm semi-naked, naked

Take it, take it, take it, take it, take it off

Folding papers into fans

And now you understand why I'm just

Semi-naked, naked, take it, take it

Sometimes just take it off