Every single night I watch the evening news and wonder If the cards are really stacked, if they're coming from the dealer If the the drinks are truly free, and the odds are in my favor Someone better go go go, get the Meyer, yeah Cut it up, cut it up, it's Friday night And in my experience the timings right Yeah, let's cut it up, cut it up, it ain't my fault It's a love song, girl, come turn it up Everything is upside down Everything is upside down Every single word that is uttered from the tower On the roofs of Manhattan to the bombs of the summer In the bars, in the gutters, in the ears of your lover In the words of the sinner, in the thoughts of your father, yeah Run it up, run it up, it's Monday night And in my experience the traffic's light Yeah, let's run it up, run it up, it ain't my tab It's a love song, man, come breath it in Everything is upside down Everything is upside down Everything is upside down Everything is upside down In the words of the sinner, in the thoughts of your father, yeah Cut it up, cut it up, it's Friday night And in my experience the timings right Yeah, let's cut it up, cut it up, it ain't my fault It's a love song, girl, come turn it up (Everything is upside down) Everything is upside down (Everything is upside down) Everything is upside down...