Lyrics:
Big Band Swing

your shirt straight, Look at where I landed, you would think I planned it, I'm just doing me and you could never understand it, Chicks get hammered, big dick bandit

shirt straight Look at where I landed you would think I planned it I'm just doing Me and you could never understand it chicks get hammered big dick Bandit

to wreck 'nuff shop So do like Michael Jackson and "Remember the Time" Put on your dancin' shoes or somethin' 'cause ya sho' can't rhyme Big up, big

what you like This message has been brought to you by the makers of The Way We Swing, and the Underground Talkhowyalike Posse I feel like a nice big

on u lady (Verse 2) Spend it in alanta girl, spend it in LA New York City girl big bom-bay neon lights with the champagne flights room side tickets to the big

So, stop your pacin', don't keep me waitin' Homey, grab my waist, set my body on fire I don't need to drink just to get loose All it takes a big woo

me Well they're playin' that good ol' country western You know this thing they call the Texas Swing Yes, there's a few good rockers in New York City Guess the big

be lovin' Them big, big, big titties of yours Oh, Hallelujah Oh, how my heart sings Oh, Hallelujah Oh, love those things They bounce like a kid on a trampoline They swing

Christmas Eve You promised me Broadway was waiting for me You were handsome, you were pretty queen of New York City When the band finished playing they howled out for more Sinatra was swinging