[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