Weather Channel Music lyrics

Could you get me some more, um, thumb, uh, finger, uh, tapes
[audience:] Band-Aids!
Band-aids! Thank you. I am losing... the... use... of...
[audience:] "Rock This b*tch"!

Thanks
I've done, we've done
I personally, probably, have done
Maybe fifty different styles of "Rock This b*tch"
There's no more styles left
[audience member:] Don't do it! Make a new one right now!

I, I
[audience member:] Rock out with your c*ck out
I have sang this song so many times
In different styles
I think I will stop tonight
I'm not going to do this anymore
I am not going to play "Rock This b*tch"
No I'm not
No I'm not
No I'm not gonna rock the f*cker rock, a-rock, rock rock-rock-rock
Rock this motherf*ckin' b*tch

I'm gonna rock out
I'm gonna rock out with
I'm gonna rock out
Rock out
Rock out
Rock out with this motherf*cking
c*ck out
Rock out with the c*ck out, yeah yeah
Rock out with the c*ck out
Rock out with the c*ck out, ba-baby
Rock out with the c*ck out
Rock out with the c*ck out
Rock out with the c*ck out
Rock out with the c*ck out
Rock out with the c*ck out
Baby baby ba-babay

Kick out some of that Weather Channel sh*t!

[plays jazzy piano solo]

He's not gonna rock out with his c*ck out really
But he might rock out without his socks on
He might rock it
Rock it
Rock it
Rock it
Rock it with this motherf*ckin' blue shirt on
How distinctive is that?

He's not gonna rock out with his c*ck out, baby baby

Thank you — Weather Channel sh*t!