They said the sound was gone, we said turn it up.
Dust off the vinyl, fill another cup.
808 kick and a bassline deep,
Got the whole damn city wakin’ from its sleep.
From the warehouse nights to the underground,
We’re bringin’ back that original sound.
No copycat, no follow-the-trend,
Real house music’s back again.
Hook
We’re bringin’ back the sound!
The sound of Chicago!
Bring it back around!
The sound of Chicago!
Jack that beat!
Move your feet!
House music lives in every street!
Verse 2
This ain’t hype, this ain’t pretend,
House ain’t over—it’ll never end.
Built on rhythm, built on soul,
Built to make your body lose control.
From the South Side to the North,
Every speaker’s bringin’ house back forth.
If you know, you know—that groove don’t lie,
Turn it up and let the record fly.
Break
Hands up!
Bass up!
Jack that beat!
Don’t stop!
One house!
One sound!
Chicago!
Turn it loud!
Final Hook
We’re bringin’ back the sound!
The sound of Chicago!
Louder than before!
The sound of Chicago!
House music forever…
Chicago forever.