Soundsystem Songtext
von Michael Franti

Pump the music of selecta
Bass-bass-bass-bass, bass
Bae (bass)
One haven′t come to my sanwich and the champion's soul

The sound of the weapon called a microphone
Bring the revolution on
Broadcastin till the early morn and
Pirate radio rockin it on
Rebel music on the dance floor
Tell me what you fightin for

Because this DJ gonna keep you alive
Forget about your troubles and your 9 to 5
With the rhythm of the funk
The pump, the bump
People have you arrived
From the place you left (hoo) tryin to forget
All the things you sweat


(I like that) the jobs, the bills, the phone, the spills (cha)
Somebody hand you a handful a pills
So you hold em up, pop em down
Your head′s like record goin gong-a-gong
The beat keeps pumpin pound for pound
And the whole wide world try to beat you down but

Sound system here's a warnin'
Sound system turn it on and
Sound system microphone and
Babylon system soon come down and
Sound system here′s a warnin′
Sound system turn it on and
Sound system microphone and
This system gonna rock this town and

Drug dealers, teachers, preachers
All are believers
Stock brokers, law enforcers
Late night cokers
Arms dealers, man stealers
Big wheelers, three piece dealers
Also politicians
Haha, everybody on a mission


You choose your poison
Girls boys all make your choice and
Call the doctor
He ain't never on a vacation
I′m gonna send medication
Knows you jonesin disco addiction
Main line?
Bass line

Show me what you're workin with
Show me what you′re workin with
Show me what you're workin with

Sound system here′s a warnin'
Sound system turn it on and
Sound system microphone and
Babylon system soon come down
Sound system here's a warnin′
Sound system turn it on and
Sound system microphone and (hey)
This system gonna rock (hey, hey, hey)
This town and (to the bridge)

All night from the day you′re born and
All night till the early morning
All night from the day you're born and (oh, yeah, yeah)
All night till the day you′re gone
All night from the day you're born and
All night to the early morning
All night from the day you′re born and
This system gonna rock this town and

Bedroom puttin on a uniform (kuh, deck it)
Dialin the numbers on a xylophone
Starin at (cha) the mirror watchin you transformin
Makin sure they all know you all alone and (ha-ah)
Rollin up to Twenty gonna blow your horn
Late night ticket for the unicorn (I feel it)
Everybody lookin for (feh) the same old porno (heh)
Could a DJ really save my soul now? (heh-heh, heh-heh)

Sound system
Show me what you're workin with (pump-pumpin)
Sound system
Show me what you′re workin with (pump-pumpin)
Sound system
Show me what you're workin with (pump-pumpin)
(We come take you)
Show me what you're workin with (pump-pumpin)

Sound system here′s a warnin′ (hey)
Sound system turn it on and
Sound system microphone and
Babylon system soon come down and (woo-ooh)
Sound system here's a warnin′
Sound system turn it on and (sound)
Sound system microphone and
This system gonna rock this town and (ho-oh-oh, ooh-ah-ha)

All night from the day you're born and
All night till the early morning (hey)
All night from the day you′re born and
All night till the day you're gone
All night from the day you′re born and (hey)
All night to the early morning
All night from the day you're born and
This system gonna rock this town and

Let the rhythm hit em
Let the rhythm hit em
Let the rhythm hit em (hey)
Ooh-whoa-oh-ooh-oh
Let the rhythm hit em (ho, yeah)
Let the rhythm hit em (sound system)
Let the rhythm hit em (hey, hey)
Let the rhythm hit em (oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh)
Let the rhythm hit em (whoa)

Pump the music of
Selecta (let the rhythm hit em)
Get with it
Let the rhythm hit em (chuh, cha)
Let the rhythm hit em (hey-hey, you)
Let the rhythm hit em

Let the rhythm hit em
Hit'em-hit′em hit′em-hit'em hit′em-hit'em
Hit em hit em hit em hit em