Mom Was On Tequila

Scooter and Zonneveld Who's in the house from the North to the South? Filth on acid Mom's on the floor, she's dancing like a queen Weird things happened, things I've never seen Tried to call a cab, but she started to rap I talked to Sheila, mom was on tequila Calling out to all the ravers on the floor Making the beats love you always to the core Calling out to all the ravers on the floor Making the beats love you always to the core Nearly back home, we paid the bill She's singing to the driver, showing off her skill Her glass was empty, she wanted to refill I talked to Sheila, mom was on tequila Calling out to all the ravers on the floor Making the beats love you always to the core Rave it up, don't slow down Wow! This is for the ravers Better warn your neighbors Calling out to all the ravers on the floor Making the beats love you always to the core I talked to Sheila, mom was on tequila We rave (we rave) We jump (we jump) We shout (we shout) We scream (we scream) Calling out to all the ravers on the floor Marking the beats love you always to the core Calling out to all the ravers on the floor (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)