TiK ToK -- Ke$ha

"TiK ToK," by Ke$ha

Released: 2009

Song sentiment: I enjoy nightlife.

Original lyrics in blue
Analyzed lyrics in black

VERSE 1

Wake up in the morning feeling like P. Diddy (Hey, what up girl?). Grab my glasses, I'm out the door - I'm gonna hit this city (Let's go!). Before I leave, brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack 'cause when I leave for the night, I ain't coming back. I'm talking - pedicure on our toes, toes, trying on all our clothes, clothes, boys blowing up our phones, phones. Drop-topping, playing our favorite CDs, pulling up to the parties, trying to get a little bit tipsy.

When I regain consciousness early in the day, I feel like a famous 40-year-old African-American hip-hop mogul from California. Then I acquire my spectacles and leave so I can enjoy the urban life. Before that, however, I engage in an unconventional form of oral hygiene whereby I use an unnecessarily large volume of whiskey in lieu of toothpaste, and perhaps even in lieu of a toothbrush, and I do this is because I have no intention of returning to the place I slept last night. Let me elaborate on my routine. I file and paint my toenails twice, don every piece of attire I own twice and am then inundated with telephone calls from men. In the car, I retract the roof, listen to some of my preferred music on compact disc and arrive at a social engagement in the hopes of becoming somewhat inebriated.

CHORUS

Don't stop, make it pop, DJ, blow my speakers up. Tonight, I'mma fight 'til we see the sunlight. Tick, tock, on the clock, but the party don't stop, no. Woah, oh, oh, oh. Woah, oh, oh, oh. (Repeat)

Attention, disc jockey: Continue doing your job, and play the music so loudly that the equipment gets damaged. My plan this evening is to engage in a physical brawl for several hours, until dawn. Time goes by, and this social engagement does not end.

VERSE 2

Ain't got a care in world, but got plenty of beer. Ain't got no money in my pocket, but I'm already here! And now the dudes are lining up 'cause they hear we got swagger, but we kick 'em to the curb unless they look like Mick Jagger. I'm talking about everybody getting crunk, crunk, boys trying to touch my junk, junk, gonna smack him if he getting too drunk, drunk. Now, now, we goin' til they kick us out, out, or the police shut us down, down, police shut us down, down, po-po shut us.

I am not worried about anything, but -- or, perhaps, because -- I have enough brewed alcoholic beverage to satisfy my needs. I have no cash on hand, but that did not prevent me from attending this soiree, and since being admitted I realize there is no need for cash. Men who believe that my friends and I are confident are forming a queue to speak with us, but we reject their advances unless they look like a haggard British rock singer. Let me elaborate about the environment at this gathering, please: All the attendees are having a nice time and enjoying the music, men are attempting to feel my breasts and buttocks, and if these men consume too much alcohol, I intend to hit them. My friends and I plan to stay here until an authority figure forces us to leave, or until police officers arrive and bring an end to our antics.

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BRIDGE

DJ, you build me up, you break me down. My heart, it pounds, yeah, you got me. With my hands up, you got me now, you got that sound, yeah, you got me. (Repeat) Now the party don't start 'til I walk in.

Disc jockey: By playing music, you give me energy and confidence, but you also dismantle my inhibitions and, perhaps, better judgment. This causes my adrenaline to race and makes me feel as though you have power over me. I consequently lift my hands in the air, reaffirming my helplessness amidst the loud music that you are playing. If I weren't here, nobody would be enjoying themselves.

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