With all that jazz
The music now it never sleeps
The base hums beneath your feet
Hurry up and grab a groove
It pulls you out your shoes
Hey...DJ play my song
Everybody's gonna sing along
Let it out, blow it strong
You got to blow your own horn
Frankfurt and Hollywood
They own the underground like they should
Dance, Jungle, House and Trance
You got to blow your own horn
Down in clubland
Underground in clubland
You want to blow your own horn
It's alive in clubland
Never dies in clubland
You got to blow your own horn
Feel the sweat from the body heat
Hmm, Every weekend you retreat
Gather one and gather all
Go ahead and blow your own horn
Brush the sleep back from your eyes
Every night's a big surprise
We're going to greet the morning skies
It's a show let it go
Every night you re-invent what you really want to be
He's a she but we all agree
It's a party
Blow your own horn
Down in clubland
Underground in clubland
You want to blow your own horn
It's alive in clubland
Never dies in clubland
You got to blow your own horn
Hurry, Hurry, Hurry
You got to blow your own horn
Oowe, Oowe, Oowe
You got to blow your own horn
You got to blow your own horn
Go ahead and blow your own horn
Every night you re-invent what you really want to be
He's a she but we all agree
It's a party
Blow your own horn
Down in clubland
Underground in clubland
You want to blow your own horn
It's alive in clubland
Never dies in clubland
You got to blow your own hornBack porch preacher preaching at me
Acting like he wrote the golden rules
Shaking his fist and speeching at me
Shouting from his soap box like a fool
Come Sunday morning he's lying in bed
With his eye all red, with the wine in his head
Wishing he was dead when he oughta be
Heading for Sunday school
Clean up your own backyard
Oh don't you hand me none of your lines
Clean up your own backyard
You tend to your business, I'll tend to mine
Drugstore cowboy criticizing
Acting like he's better than you and me
Standing on the sidewalk supervising
Telling everybody how they ought to be
Come closing time 'most every night
He locks up tight and out go the lights
And he ducks out of sight and he cheats on his wife
With his employee
Clean up your own backyard
Oh don't you hand me none of your lines
Clean up your own backyard
You tend to your business, I'll tend to mine
Armchair quarterback's always moanin'
Second guessing people all day long
Pushing, fooling and hanging on in
Always messing where they don't belong
When you get right down to the nitty-gritty
Isn't it a pity that in this big city
Not a one a'little bitty man'll admit
He could have been a little bit wrong
Clean up your own backyard
Oh don't you hand me, don't you hand me none of your lines
Clean up your own backyard
You tend to your business, I'll tend to mine
Clean up your own backyard
You tend to your business, I'll tend to mine