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)