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 Bitch'!

Thanks.
I've done, we've done
I personally, probably, have done
Maybe fifty different styles of 'Rock This Bitch'
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 cock 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 Bitch'
No I'm not
No I'm not
No I'm not gonna rock the fucker rock, a-rock, rock rock-rock-rock
Rock this motherfuckin' bitch

I'm gonna rock out
I'm gonna rock out with
I'm gonna rock out
Rock out
Rock out
Rock out with this motherfucking
Cock out

Rock out with the cock out, yeah yeah
Rock out with the cock out
Rock out with the cock out, ba-baby
Rock out with the cock out
Rock out with the cock out
Rock out with the cock out
Rock out with the cock out
Rock out with the cock out
Baby baby ba-babay

Kick out some of that Weather Channel shit!

[plays jazzy piano solo]

He's not gonna rock out with his cock 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 motherfuckin' blue shirt on
How distinctive is that?

He's not gonna rock out with his cock out, baby baby

Thank you Weather Channel shit!