Wind It Up - Gwen Stefani

High on a hill was a lonely goatherd

Lay-od-lay-od-lay-he-hoo

Yodell back with the girl and goatherd

Lay-od-lay-od-low

Wind it up

Wind it up, uh, uh, uh, uh

Yodellay, yodallay, yodal-low

(Yeah)

This is the key that makes us wind up

When the beat comes on, the girls all line up

And the boys all look, but no, they can’t touch

But the girls want to know why the boys like us so much

They like way we dance

They like the way we work

They like the way the L.A.M.B.

Is going 'cross my shirt

They like the way my pants

It compliments my shape

(She's crazy, right?)

They like the way we react every time we dance

Every time the bass bangs

Realize it calls your name

Let the beat wind you up

And don’t stop till your time is up

Get in line now

Wind it up, uh, uh, uh, uh

Wind it up, uh, uh, uh, uh

Yodellay, yodallay, yodal-low

You’ve got to let the beat get under your skin

You’ve got to open up, and let it all in

But see, once it gets in, the poppin' begins

And then you find out, why all the boys stare

They’re trying to bite our style

Trying to study our approach

They like the way we do it, so original

I guess that they are slow

So they should leave the room

This beat is for the clubs, and cars that go

Every time the bass bangs

Realize it calls your name

Let the beat wind you up

And don’t stop till your time is up

Get in line now

Uh, uh, uh, wind it up, uh, uh, uh, uh

(Ya'll ready)

Wind it up, uh, uh, uh, uh

Wind it up, uh, uh, uh, uh

Yodellay, yodallay, yodal-low

Uh huh, it’s your moment

Uh huh, come on girl, you know you own it

Uh huh, you know your key is still tick-tockin'

Hell yeah, and you know they’re watchin'

Get it girl, get it, get it girl

Get it girl, get it, get it girl

To the front, to the side,

To the back, but don’t let him ride

Keep goin' girl, it’s your night

Don’t let him steal your light

I know he thinks you’re fine and stuff

But does he know how to wind you up?

(Come on)

Wind it up, uh, uh, uh, uh

Wind it up, uh, uh, uh, uh

Yodellay, yodallay, yodal-low, hey!

Gwen Stefani —

, L.A.M.B.3