| High on a hill was a lonely goatherd
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| Lay-od-lay-od-lay-he-hoo
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| Yodell back with the girl and goatherd
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| Lay-od-lay-od-low
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| Wind it up
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| Wind it up, uh, uh, uh, uh
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| Yodellay, yodallay, yodal-low
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| (Yeah)
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| This is the key that makes us wind up
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| When the beat comes on, the girls all line up
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| And the boys all look, but no, they can’t touch
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| But the girls want to know why the boys like us so much
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| They like way we dance
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| They like the way we work
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| They like the way the L.A.M.B.
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| Is going 'cross my shirt
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| They like the way my pants
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| It compliments my shape
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| (She's crazy, right?)
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| They like the way we react every time we dance
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| Every time the bass bangs
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| Realize it calls your name
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| Let the beat wind you up
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| And don’t stop till your time is up
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| Get in line now
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| Wind it up, uh, uh, uh, uh
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| Wind it up, uh, uh, uh, uh
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| Yodellay, yodallay, yodal-low
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| You’ve got to let the beat get under your skin
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| You’ve got to open up, and let it all in
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| But see, once it gets in, the poppin' begins
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| And then you find out, why all the boys stare
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| They’re trying to bite our style
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| Trying to study our approach
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| They like the way we do it, so original
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| I guess that they are slow
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| So they should leave the room
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| This beat is for the clubs, and cars that go
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| Every time the bass bangs
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| Realize it calls your name
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| Let the beat wind you up
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| And don’t stop till your time is up
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| Get in line now
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| Uh, uh, uh, wind it up, uh, uh, uh, uh
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| (Ya'll ready)
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| Wind it up, uh, uh, uh, uh
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| Wind it up, uh, uh, uh, uh
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| Yodellay, yodallay, yodal-low
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| Uh huh, it’s your moment
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| Uh huh, come on girl, you know you own it
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| Uh huh, you know your key is still tick-tockin'
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| Hell yeah, and you know they’re watchin'
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| Get it girl, get it, get it girl
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| Get it girl, get it, get it girl
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| To the front, to the side,
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| To the back, but don’t let him ride
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| Keep goin' girl, it’s your night
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| Don’t let him steal your light
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| I know he thinks you’re fine and stuff
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| But does he know how to wind you up?
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| (Come on)
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| Wind it up, uh, uh, uh, uh
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| Wind it up, uh, uh, uh, uh
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| Yodellay, yodallay, yodal-low, hey!
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| Gwen Stefani —
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| , L.A.M.B.3 |