Me and the gang, we were out on the town In my uninsured '88 It's time to get Maggie down at the bar She said "Don't you punks dare be late" It was Saturday night on Hiltop Street And everybody's dressed to spill They were having a time for Mary O's boy Barry, who had recently been killed In the back of the bar They were sure having fun Everybody make some room She got out of the chair Threw her fist in the air And the whole place started to move So get up, get up, get with the music Everybody out of your seat So get up, get up and get with the music Maggie's got a brand new beat Tiny was Santa. Red's at the door And the old brigade's starting to play Maggie's playing tricks on a few of the boys She'll take your worries And your wallet away Johnny Mac took a slap From a few older brothers When her wouldn't dance with Big Marie But it wouldn't be long 'til they were singing along With the girl they all came to see So get up, get up, get with the music Everybody out of your seat So get up, get up and get with the music Maggie's got a brand new beat So get up, get up, get with the music Everybody out of your seat So get up, get up and get with the music Maggie's got a brand new beat She was handsome, she was mean She smoked two packs a days Since she was 17 A leather face and many a vice She had a sharper tongue Than a butcher's knife She's out past curfew With the boys in the band Throwing one last farewell toast Then she's up with father Dorin At mass in the morning Handing out the holy ghost So get up, get up, get with the music Everybody out of your seat So get up, get up and get with the music Maggie's got a brand new beat So get up, get up, get with the music Everybody out of your seat So get up, get up and get with the music Maggie's got a brand new beat