"You like my music....right?"

By the time she had made her official stage debut at the Lollapalooza (OCT 09′), Kesha had co-written the title song for Miley Cyrus‘ The Time of Our Lives (EP), garnished the rough edged albums of Pitbull and Taio Cruz, landed a gig as the cover girl for Women’s Wear Daily, and vomited in Paris Hilton‘s closet. From her humble beginnings as a self-proclaimed psycho, who harmlessly dropped by Prince’s crib with a demo tape in hand, Kesha has created the longest running number one debut single by any female artist since 1977.

Kesha’s exposure grew in early 2009 after appearing on Flo Rida’s numero uno track, “Right Round,” from which she received neither cash nor credit; however, her credit (and subsequently swollen bank accounts) were built for her background-vocal work in Paris Hilton’s single, “Nothing in this World”  and Britney Spears’ “Lace and Leather.”

It’s as if the entire world loves this twenty-three-year-old and her song, “Tik Tok,” which hit the top in New Zealand, Canada, Australia, Norway (to name a few) marched to the top of the Billboard Hot 100 while leeching 610,00 copies of itself into the public sphere. Below is a copy of the lyrics to “Tik Tok,” for those who do not already have the elegant lyrics memorized and ferociously engraved in their psyche by the radio (since it is number one in eleven countries, and also record holder for the most digital downloads in a single week by any female artist in history), provided below are the partial lyrics, which should prevent anyone from getting left out when the entire world breaks into song:

Tick Tock Album Cover

“Wake up in the morning feeling like P Diddy
(Hey, what up girl?)
Grab my glasses, I’m out the door, I’m gonna hit this city
(Lets go)
Before I leave, brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack
‘Cause when I leave for the night, I ain’t coming back

I’m talking pedicure on our toes, toes
Trying on all our clothes, clothes
Boys blowing up our phones, phones
Drop-topping, playing our favorite CDs
Pulling up to the parties
Trying to get a little bit tipsy

Don’t stop, make it pop
DJ, blow my speakers up
Tonight, I’mma fight
‘Til we see the sunlight
Tick tock on the clock
But the party don’t stop, no

Don’t stop, make it pop
DJ, blow my speakers up
Tonight, I’mma fight
‘Til we see the sunlight
Tick tock, on the clock
But the party don’t stop, no

Ain’t got a care in world, but got plenty of beer
Ain’t got no money in my pocket, but I’m already here
And now, the dudes are lining up cause they hear we got swagger
But we kick em to the curb unless they look like Mick Jagger

I’m talking about everybody getting crunk, crunk
Boys tryin’ to touch my junk, junk
Gonna smack him if he getting too drunk, drunk

Now, now, we go until they kick us out, out
Or the police shut us down, down
Police shut us down, down
Po-po shut us”

– Kesha (best female artist to ever stroke the eardrum).