Оригинален текст
You hate the way Im always watching videos,
11:30 and you just cant sleep,
You think whatever I have playing on my stereo
Its so pathetic that it makes you weep.
Bridge
And the beat goes on when I get back home,
And I run straight past you to the telephone,
And my feet dont fit in your sensible shoes,
But you just wont quit till you kill my groove.
Chorus
Whoo, it freaks me out, Ive got to scream, Ive got to shout,
Whoo, it freaks me out like Halloween, I've got no doubt.
Verse 2
I think your weird, its written on your resume,
You say Im stupid, and my best friend too,
And if I smile, you think Im doing it to get my way,
And if I dont, Ive got an attitude.
Bridge
And the beat goes on when I get back home,
And I run straight past you to the telephone,
And my feet dont fit in your sensible shoes,
But you just wont quit till you kill my groove.
Chorus
Whoo, it freaks me out, Ive got to scream, Ive got to shout,
Whoo, it freaks me out like Halloween, I've got no doubt.
Whoo, it freaks me out, Ive got to scream, Ive got to shout,
Whoo, it freaks me out like Halloween, I've got no doubt.
Whoo, it freaks me out, Ive got to scream, Ive got to shout,
Whoo, it freaks me out like Halloween, I've got no doubt.