[Originally performed by Elvis Costello]
I've been on tender-hooks ending in dirty looks
Listening to the muzak,
thinking 'bout this 'n' that
She says that's that, I don't wanna chitter chat
Turn it down a little bit or turn it down flat
Pump
it up when you don't really need it
Pump it up until you can feel it
Down in the pleasure center, hell bent or heaven
sent
Listen to the propaganda, listen to the latest slander
There's nothing under hand that she wouldn't understand
Pump it up
until you can feel it
Pump it up when you don't really need it
She's been a bad girl, she's like a chemical
Though you try to
stop it, she's like a narcotic
You wanna torture her, you wanna talk to her
All the things you bought for her,
could not get her
temperature
Pump it up until you can feel it
Pump it up when you don't really need it
Out in the fashion show, down in the
bargain bin
You put your passion out under the pressure pin
Fall into submission, hit and run transmission
No use wishing now for
any other sin
Pump it up until you can feel it
Pump it up when you don't really need it