King" (Dig 'I'm) By order Well, Jelly lef' th' city, but he wrote (Dig I'm) Y' wanna dig I'm A rompin' ditty 'bout the Porter (Dig I'm) Y' gonna dig
(spoken) Biffy on the drums and Dennis, you on the bass When I count this off, ya'll give me a little Texas Playboy type rhythm, okay One, two, three
of beer Send me daddy, 'cause I don't care I feel just like I wanna clown Give the piano player a drink 'Cause he brought me down He's got rhythm when
He?s got the hands of a blind piano player He?s got a feel for the dark like a soothsayer He takes a little bow and tips his fedora Shouts like he?s gonna
your tape in, put your car in cruise I never heard the boos, I never drank booze 'Cause I just rock the rhythm left alone the blues The L.I. mystique
the Tenth Planets Chuck Da Pharoah got my back Evo got my back, Rose got my back Niko and the whole Mau Mau Rhythm Collective got my back cause I got
I'm throwin' with the Devil in a cage I'm on the rampage, you need a number? Wanna know my age? Psyche! I carry a Magnum Other groups - I only will rag
sweet sensation We might be lovers if the rhythm's right I hope this feeling never ends tonight Only when I'm dancing can I feel this free At night I
s your own And in the end We are just Dust n' bones --- Drums/Percussion: Matt Bass: Duff Lead and Rhythm Guitars/Voice Box: Slash Vocals/Rhythm Guitar: Izzy Piano
me daddy, move right down I feel just like I wanna clown Give the piano player a drink Because he's bringing me down He's got rhythm, when he stomps
heart. Oooh, listen to me while I say I let a lotta little ladies get away Because I know, I know pretty baby, I know, I know, pretty baby, I know
I dig Reeds: What about it? Brass: N. Y. is big Reeds: People tout it Brass: I flip my wig Reeds: What about? Brass: 'Bout a street I dig Piano
!!! That stomp knocked me outta my hat! Who's that abusin' piano? Tell me his name, because he's boun' f' fame 'N how'd he figure such rhythm? Did he
conditioned, Sitting in the kitchen Wishing I was living like a hit man Face down in the guarantees Jaundiced honchos getting' busy with me Because I get down I get down I
I got myself together, got my tie on straight Downtown, takin' care of business on the street Glen D's got that old piano on the road Blues is his bag
High School Hop Come on little baby gonna rock a little bit tonight Woooh I got get with you sugar gonna shake things up tonight Check out the heart beatin' rhythm
in the flood I feel like a ghost, I've got the skeleton face I own a secret tomb and I'll never be late And I can feel your rhythm if you feel my
Well I'm a write a little letter gonna mail it to my local DJ Yes it's a jumpin' little record I want my jockey to play Roll over Beethoven I gotta hear