Letra de SummerSlam 2009 Theme

You gotta move You gotta move You gotta move You gotta move Oh... when my God gets ready You gotta move You gotta move You may be high You may be low You may be rich... yeah You may be poor But when the Lord get ready You gotta move You gotta move Huh Huh... ooww... Yes... You may be old You may be young You may be weak Maybe high-strung But when the good Lord get ready You gotta move You gotta move You see dat woman Who walks the street You see dat cop man Who walks his beat But when the Lord gets ready You gotta move You gotta move You got to... ooww Yeah I was hangin' with the Devil when we made a pact I'm drinkin' welfare whiskey smokin' food stamp crack It was one part sour... two parts sweet Three parts strong... and four parts weak I would rather sit on a pumpkin And have it all to myself Then to be crowded on a velvet cushion You may be bad You can not see You may be deaf It's all meant to be Now when the Lord get ready You gotta move You gotta move You gotta move You gotta move You gotta move You got to know When the good get ready You gotta move Huh huh... you gotta You gotta move... You gotta move You gotta move...