Beat Is Up Lyrics - Funstyle - Liz Phair

The trick to happiness 

Is to ignore anything negative you might feel about yourself 

That people don't really like you that much 

That you've got fat because you're lonely 

Or that your parents are going to die 

I like to get my coffee 

With all the little frothy things on the side 

And I like to put in those little sticks 

The trick to freedom is to deny your past regrets 

Questionable lovers 

Lies 

Drunken weekends 

I just like to have a lotta energy 

My life demands it 

Everything's up, all the time 

Up, up, up 

What's the beat, the beat is up, ah 

What's the beat, the beat is up, ah 

What's the beat, the beat is up, ah 

How high to the sky? 

What's the beat, the beat is up, ah 

What's the beat, the beat is up, ah 

What's the beat, the beat is up, ah 

How high to the sky? 

People like positive people 

Positivity makes good things happen 

My husband doesn't let me buy those tabloid magazines 

'Cause he says that it makes me fight with him more 

Pills that you mix with wine 

That your husband and you aren't having sex any more 

That you got married for the money 

It's been positively proved 

That most Top 40 hits have a BPM of 120 or more 

I definitely like the gin-sing 

And the gingko balboa 

What's the beat, the beat is up, ah 

What's the beat, the beat is up, ah 

What's the beat, the beat is up, ah 

How high to the sky? 

What's the beat, the beat is up, ah 

What's the beat, the beat is up, ah 

What's the beat, the beat is up, ah 

How high to the sky? 

Sometimes you picture yourself getting impaled 

On an imaginary spike sticking out from over your bed 

When you keep forgetting to call somebody back 

But the more time goes by, the less you feel like calling 

Because you're embarrassed 

'Cause it kind of makes you freaky 

And you don't want people to think you're freaky 

Even though you are kind of freaky 

But only in the bedroom 

L-O-L 

My mom says I'm really hard on my kids 

I don't want them growing up thinking 

That everything's just gonna be handed to them 

They're gonna have to work their asses off just like I did 

You know, we get them up at six in the morning 

We're like, "Come on, get up, get outta the bed 

It's gonna be a great day, come on" 

(But, mom, I'm tired) 

Up, up, up 

What's the beat, the beat is up, ah 

What's the beat, the beat is up, ah 

What's the beat, the beat is up, ah 

How high to the sky? 

What's the beat, the beat is up, ah 

What's the beat, the beat is up, ah 

What's the beat, the beat is up, ah 

How high to the sky?