[Verse — low, cocky, rhythmic] I'm a madman, baby, but I move real slow, Got a jaw full of thunder and nowhere to go. You pull me closer when the speakers crack— Got your nails in my shoulder, now there's no holding back. [Build — drums tighten, bass rises] Mirror ball shaking. Sweat on the chrome. You mouth something filthy— [Silence] Then the bass comes home. [Chorus — shouted lead, seductive backing voice] ELECTRIC MAYHEM! Shake a little loose. All that trouble— Let me dance with you. ELECTRIC MAYHEM! Sweet thing, mean sound. Keep your hips moving When the bottom drops out. [Drop — chopped robotic vocal] Sweet thing. Mean sound. Bottom— Bottom— DROP OUT. [Instrumental — disco guitar and monstrous bass trade phrases] [Verse — half-spoken] Your glitter's on my collar, my drink's on the floor, That pretty little rhythm's got teeth now, for sure. You laugh in my ear when the lights go black— “That's all you got?” So I bring it back. [Chorus — bigger, full crowd] ELECTRIC MAYHEM! Shake a little loose. All that trouble— Let me dance with you. ELECTRIC MAYHEM! Sweet thing, mean sound. Keep your hips moving When the bottom drops out. [Extended instrumental — disco pulse mutates into heavy half-time] [Female whisper] That's all you got? [Final drop] SWEET THING. MEAN SOUND. [Outro — vocoder fading] Let me dance with you.
