Hey Ya Booker T. Jones

One, two, three, go

My baby don't mess around me
'Cause she loves me so and this I know for sure
Uh, but does she really wanna
But can't stand to see me walk out the door?

Don't try to fight the feelin'
'Cause the thought alone is killing me right now
Uh, thank God for mom and dad for sticking two together
'Cause we don't know how

Hey ya, hey ya, hey ya, hey ya
Hey ya, hey ya, hey ya, hey ya

You think you've got it, oh, you think you've got it
But got it just don't get it 'til there's nothing at all
We get together, oh, we get together
But separate's always better when there's feelings involved

If what they say is, "Nothing is forever"
Then what makes, then what makes, then what makes
Then what makes, what makes, what makes, love exception

So why you, why you, why you, why you, why you
Are we so in denial? When you know we're not happy here
Y'all don't wanna hear me you just wanna dance
(Hey ya, hey ya)