Tonight is the night, we’ll fight 'til it’s over
So we put our hands up like the ceiling fan told us, Like the ceiling fan told us.

The story:

I was singing it in the van with my friend, and she asked me what I said, and I told her. She laughed so hard that she soda came out her nose. I told her that was what my middle son told me the words were, and she told me that he must be picking on me. She told me the real lyrics. I called my son out on that one.