Peter Cincotti Follow

(Music & Lyrics by Andrew Lippa)

Lock the door and stop complaining

Gather 'round and listen well

From now on we're entertaining

How to hotten up this hell.

Hold the mood and hold the chatter

Skip the food and stop the clatter

Can't you hear that pitter-patter?

We're not here to eat.

We came for the heat!

Let's raise the roof

Let's make a scene

Let's hop the gods of love

Will shine above

And show the way.

Let's call the shots

Let's roll the dice

Take my advice

It always pays

To raise the roof!

Crush the ice and shake forever

Tell the evening where to go

And if you need a new endeavor

I can teach you what I know

Grab your partner by the collar

Bribe the barman with a dollar

Just ignite that mighty holler

Lead me to the trough

Till the light goes off!

Let's raise the roof

Let's make a scene

Let's hop the gods of love

Will shine above

And show the way.

Let's call the shots

Let's roll the dice

Take my advice

It always pays to raise the roof!

Cut the strings and set the table

Gather roses on your way

Welcome to our Tower of Babel

Learn the language, come what may.

Spare me how the wind is blowing

If you keep the whiskey flowing

You can reap what you've been sowing

If you walk the plank

You've got me to thank

Let's raise the roof

Let's make a scene

Let's hope the gods of love

Will shine above

And show the way.

Let's call the shots

Let's roll the dice

The time for playing nice has run

Before the big hand hits the one

We've got to do what must be done

Raise the roof

Raise the roof

Raise the roof

Raise the roof