just a cuss we ain't that dangerous For every song that supposedly maimed someone's life there's a million songs that changed someone's life Change your
for Babyface, did songs, toured with Snoop Lyin' to you to get thrilled Droppin' them old lines, his breath smell like doodoo I got a style if a brother
'm so damn on Like a grasshopper hoppin' on the morning lawn Like a needle on a record when it plays a song Like little boy blue blowin' on his horn
the store to buy me a Cisco A 40 ounce and some crackers by Nabisco Amount and I pulled out a 10 And said, "Fuck it, Supersacco and gin I'm finna act a
more, jimmy want, jimmy want, jimmy want more Jimmy want a rib, jimmy want a steak, jimmy want a piece of your chocolate cake And more than all that Jimmy want a
truck horn You still could see me in my big truck boy Smilin' like a lil' kid when I sped the corner with my brand new toy I got a bark in they call
dub style See you later alligator, after a while crocodile Now a new day dawned, lets get things started Hit the bong, wrote a song, took a piss and
no. Everybody seems to have a good time, Nobody goes stepping out of line, Everyone's agreed that everything will turn out fine. Everybody seems to have a
on, I'd rather go on living like a rolling stone. You can keep on talking 'til the end of time, But nothing's gonna make me change my mind. Gerry Rafferty & Joe Egan: Their songs
(Egan) So they made you a star, now your head's in a cloud, Now you're walking down the street with your feet off the ground They read in the press all
for me, And that's the way it's gonna be. There's no use sitting on a fence When you know it all makes sense. Gerry Rafferty & Joe Egan: Their songs
well the snappin of the fingers went on and on the stomp of the feet lasted all night long Sachmo started blowin on his horn and the bass man was rockin
that lovers dream still cast a spell When we made love we were together more than we knew And we gazed down deep into the wishing well. Every day was a
Raise your hands) Tables fulla hi-hat, a dash of drums Sprinkle in a little keyboard, a pint of rum With just a pinch of purple haze and a gallon of bass
all that Jimmy wants a raise, 'cause Jimmy got soul, Jimmy got soul, Jimmy got, Jimmy got, Jimmy got soul Sooner or later the time comes around For a man to be a
never seen so much green Than when I seen when my team hit the scene It must be a dream. Hit the stage, everybody holla Gettin throwed, ?stripper shows throw away a
Ice Cream Man. "I want to start with a great big double dip Of a raspberry sherbet and a chocolate chip, A lemon ice, and on top of that I want a
glad Walking on the street to come Where my first show tonight starts Songs order in my head Must rermember my plan I?ll do my best showing horns I
