Mix It Up

(album: Playboy - 1962)

There's nobody home (Nobody home, nobody home, yeah)
There's nobody home (Nobody home, nobody home, yeah)

Roll back the carpet
Get on the telephone
Tell all the kids in the neighbourhood
There's nobody home

We're gonna mix it up (Gonna mix it up)
We're gonna mix it up right (Gonna mix it up right)
We're gonna mix it up (Gonna mix it up)
Oh, we're gonna dance (Gonna dance at two o'clock tonight)

(Nobody home, nobody home, yeah)
There's nobody home (Nobody home, nobody home, yeah)

Calling up my boyfriend
And kids for miles around
I'm gonna tell em to come on over
And shake the house down

'Cause there's nobody home (Gonna mix it up)
There's nobody home (Gonna mix it up)
We're gonna mix it up (Gonna mix it up)
Oh, we're gonna dance (Gonna dance at two o'clock tonight)

Mama and daddy don't mind me messing up the floor
Just as long as I clean the place up before they hit the door

Hey gang! (Hey!)
There's no one home at my house! (Is that right?)
So come on over! (Gotta flee!)
We're gonna mix it up!
Hey, hey, hey, hey

We're gonna mix it up (Gonna mix it up)
We're gonna mix it up right (Gonna mix it up right)
We're gonna mix it all up (Gonna mix it up)
Oh, we're gonna dance (Gonna dance at two o'clock tonight)

Mashed potato now, yeah (Oh yeah)
Let's do the twist (Let's do the twist)
Hully gully with me baby (All night long)
Hully gully with me baby (All night long)
We're gonna mix it up (Gonna mix it up)
We're gonna mix it up (Gonna mix it up)
Hey-hey-hey-hey (Hey-hey-hey-hey)
Hey-hey