You hate the way I'm always watching videos   11:30 and you just can't sleep   You think whatever I've got playing on my stereo   Is so pathetic that it makes you weep      And the beat goes on when I get back home   And I run straight past ya to the telephone   And my feet don't fit in your sensible shoes   But you just won't quit 'till you've killed my groove      -Chorus-   And woo, it freaks me out   I've got to scream, I've got to shout   Woo, it freaks me out   Like Halloween, I've got no doubt      I think you're weird it's written on your resumé   You say I'm stupid and my best friend too   And if I smile you think I'm doing it to get my way   And if I don't I've got an attitude      And the beat goes on when I get back home   And I run straight past ya to the telephone   And my feet don't fit in your sensible shoes   But you just won't quit 'till you've killed my groove      -Chorus-   And woo, it freaks me out   I've got to scream, I've got to shout   Woo, it freaks me out   Like Halloween, I've got no doubt   (repeat x3)