Some people like to party
Some people clap their hands
Some people like to bob their heads while jamming to the beat
But whatever you do, do it on the the count of 1 2 3

We're singing hallelujah like a frantic choir
We heat the stage up till it's on fire
Let's get chaotic, crank the music higher
From the front row

To the back row
We scream our lungs out like a Pentecostal
We blast the roof off this old cathedral
Now show me what you got now

*Some people like to party
Some people clap their hands
Some people like to bob their heads while jamming to the beat
But whatever you do, do it on the the count of 1 2 3

Some people like to party, on the count of 1 2 3
Some people clap their hands, on the count of 1 2 3
Some people like to bob their heads while jamming to the beat,
on the count of 1 2 3
I'm calling out my maniacs, I'm calling out my freaks
Ya whatever you do, do it on the count of 1 2 3*

Ya we catch the flames
Ya we're making static
Throw your hands up like a charismatic
Oh we'll get you hooked like a gospel addict

From the chapels to ancient temples
We tear down walls and unite our people
Love is our weapon and our weapons are lethal
Now show me what you got now

(On 3, we're gonna do this all together
On 3, we're gonna make it last forever
Denomination demolition
I don't care who you are, where you're from
We're gonna do this on three.)

(repeat)

Some people like to party, count of 1 2 3
Some people clap their hands, count of 1 2 3
Some people like to bob their heads while jamming to the beat
But whatever you do, do it on the the count of 1 2 3