Yeah
Hey

Well, I've been on tenterhooks, ending in dirty looks
Listening to the Muzak, thinking 'bout this and that
She said that's that, I don't wanna chitter-chat
Turn it down a little bit or turn it down flat, oh

Pump it up
Pump it up
Until you can feel it

Uh
Whoa

Well, down in the pleasure center, hell-bent or heaven sent
Listen to the propaganda, listen to the latest slander
There's nothing underhand she wouldn't understand

Pump it up
Until you can feel it
Pump it up
You don't really need it
Yeah

Whoa, 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, couldn't get a temperature

Pump it up
Until you can feel it
Pump it up
When you don't really need it

Oh, you don't really need it
Hey, hey, hey
You got to pump it up

Out in a fashion show, down in a 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
Lord, you don't really need it
Oh
Hey, hey, hey

Pump it up
Until you can feel it
Pump it up
Pump it up
Pump it up
Yeah

Pump it up
Until you can feel it
Pump it up
Lord, you don't really need it
Don't really need it
No, you don't really need it
Pump it up
Don't really need it
Pump it up
Hey, hey, pump it up

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Writer(s): Elvis Costello