going to rock you, baby, Rock you till the break of day. Chorus: We ain't never had no problem before, Nobody seems to want to boogie no more. Oh, it
cops or more, well, now, hey If you a black herb smuggler They will watch you by the hour It only means that if you have more money Then you have more
Translation: Molly Hatchet. Boogie No More.
Translation: Valentine, Brook. Boogie No More.
cops or more.. well now hey If you a black herb smuggler They will, watch you by the hour It only means that if you have more money then you have more
It's a nice little town It's a clean little town It's a nice little, clean little, happy little, friendly little - town for miles around But you're speedin
the boogie woogie flu Young and then [Incomprehensible] the breeze Young girls are tougher and tighter they squeeze But the young girl's hip, head down the hall I got the rockin' pneumonia, the boogie
The reason that I'm here, I'ma drop 'til it's clear Let all, G'z to front, middle and rear Switches couldn't switch like these switches a day Just to
Frank zappa (lead guitar) Lowell george (guitar, vocals) Roy estrada (bass) Don preston (keyboards) Buzz gardner (trumpet) Ian underwood (alto saxophone
beard Well the booger man White juice on his beard Get down White juice on his beard The booger man White juice on his beard In my room White juice on
we is, we slide and divide If she ain't with it, I-95 Hit the road tramp, and don't you come back no more No more, no more, no more Yo yo yo, yo yo yo
somethin' Yeah, I'm talkin' lights, camera, action Had me singin', "I'm sorry Ms. Jackson" I love the way it's goin' down she got the thongs on She started bouncin' more
Keep a spare clip cause sometimes the shots don't stop It's motherfuckin' game to rap about, shits' for real Double action, ain't gotta cock back no more
H, you ain't about nuttin' You just a bunch of punk bourgeoisie black suckers And this one's for me You won't play no Public Enemy You ain't playin' no Boogie
make duck rappers pray Many talk shit, but none step this way Cause I'm quick to beat down a weak clown Clock crazy juice from L.A. to the Boogie Down
'm oh so hardcore I'm down by law this style ya never saw I give em jus a little then watch em fiend for more Yea they want more they hot and they want more
