Shake It To The Sun

We've only just begun.
The horns are crying,
The drums are hot; this is the place where we forgot.
No sorrow, only fire; we take it even higher.
The rhythm is the only king; now let the horns and voices ring.
Ooh, the rhythm grabs your soul; you're losing all control,
Your body wants to go.
I think you're ready, ready; I think you're ready, ready.
I think you're ready, ready; I think you're ready, ready.
Let's go!
Hey, hey, shake it; hey, hey, shake it.
Hey, hey, shake it; hey, hey, no sorrow, only fire.