I tell ya kinky
You foxy little flirt
I caught you in the biar path
Liftin' up your skirt
Well let me tell ya
What you been doin' in the firepatch

Just let me hear some of that rock and roll music
Any old way you choose it
It's got a back beat, you can't lost it,
Any old time you use it
It's gotta be rock roll music

I ain't got no home, i'm just a ramblin' around
A hard working ramblin' man, i go from town to town
The police make it hard wherever i may go

(strummer/rhodes)

This here finger of mine
Is gonna point to the beat, right on time
This finger points in a brand new dance
This finger points for a new romance

(words & music by bert caroll - russell moody)
Won't you wear my ring around your neck
To tell the world i'm yours, by heck
Let them see your love for me

[instrumental]

[instrumental]

Be wise, be smart, behave, my heart
Don't upset your cart when she's so close
Be soft, be sweet, but be discreet
Don't go off your feet, she's so close for comfort

Yeah we're not the only ones
Who bleed for the love that's lost
Trust like the air we breathe
Live you've got to lose some sleep
Everything you do for me

[Intro:]
West coast just cripwalk -ipwalk wit me
East coast just harlem shake sh- shake wit me
Midwest just chickenhead -enhead wit me

[mad skillz]
Yo, yo, i spit six of rap figures, get your (shit) together
Require some (shit) to stitch your lips together
My click stick together, mic rip together