I know it's fever, but I don't need no cure 
You're the doctor, 
I'm your patient that's for sure, 
I'm your patient that's for sure. 

Hear it, baby, sneakin' on through, 
You'll know it, baby, when that rhythm 
gets inside your shoes. 
Now don't say maybe, you know it's good for you 
Don't drive me crazy 
Just tell me what you're gonna do. 
Don't run baby, I'm telling you 
And it's too late, baby, 
Because this rhythm's creeping up on you, 
You know it's creeping up on you. 

We got a Jackknife Beat, 
Sounds like an ice cream truck rolling down a back street 
We got the whole thing going like a pneumatic drill 
The guitar man's playing like he's fit to kill 

We got a Jackknife Beat, 
A killer of a backbeat, 
Siphon off the syrup, let it take a back seat 
What's cooking in the kitchen has come to a boil 
What's brewing in the basement's bound to overspill

Shake it baby, before it shakes you, 
Get it, baby, and let it take it to where you want it to. 
Don't say maybe, you know that won't do 
You say I'm crazy 
But this music's got me feeling good 
You call it fever, but I got the cure 
Yeah, you're the doctor 
And I'm your patient that's for sure, 
I'm the patient that's for sure.