Throw Your Hands Up - The So So Glos

I was sitting on the island of Manhattan

Or what it had been

She said, «Take it easy, now, but you can’t move slow

With all the time you took, you could have built a shantytown boat

Sailed away to sea, caught fifteen reruns on the TV screen»

I was walking, slow down

Falling out of love with the radio sound

Throw your hands up DJ

We got verbal shotgun shells

You better change up your rotation

You best put your hands up now, DJ

C’mon DJ

And I was sitting by the railroad track

Kicking back

And off came my shoes

I had the see-saw blues

And all the while coming through a ghetto blaster

That music was pushing me, move faster

There’s a big bad wolf coming into town

To blow the three little piggies off the radio dial

We are calling out to you to move your bones

Why don’t you pick up your phone

Throw your hands up DJ

We got verbal shotgun shells

You better change up your rotation

You best put your hands up now, DJ

This is a call up, this is a stick up

We are calling out to you

To get those oral AKs and shoot up the DJ

Come on, lets go, war on the radio

Throw your hands up DJ

Throw your hands up DJ

Do you remember when we

Used to sip Olde E

And talk about similarities

Between animals and you and me

And the KKK and the NYPD?

And the FCC

Hey, fuck the FCC

Throw your hands up DJ

We got verbal shotgun shells

You better change up your rotation

You best put your hands up now, DJ

This is a call up, this is a stick up

We’re calling out to you

To get those oral AKs and shoot up the DJ

Come on, lets go, war