held my hands Rent a flat above a shop Cut your hair and get a job Smoke some fags and play some pool Pretend you never went to school But still you
Just by pickin' up the mic in a usual way We rock and talk with a bass that's farty We could even tear it up at a grade school party Well, I can keep
a hover craft Telepathics, love and belly laughs Oh shit Oh shit We went to Fairfax High School Jumped off buildings into their pools We'd sit down, grease
Words and music by John Kay I was told I had to grease his palm To walk from school without the fear of harm He knocked me down and took my dollar from
's get Ricky with it dadadadadada He's into aviation and scientology. He's been my fascination ever since that movie Grease. It's become an addiction
for embankments folds his newspaper castle A creature of habit, begs the boatman's coin He'll fade with old soldiers in the grease stained roll call
way back college boy asked to a high school dance couldn't wait, but my date was in my friend's pants. didn't know what to do, mc feelin blue, til
way back college boy asked to a high school dance couldn't wait, but my date was in my friend's pants. didn't know what to do, mc feelin blue, til my
high school shit and uh You know that uh we spit it Here the bomb jam now can you dig it? Let me walk you little kiddies through my school days Sunday
while you're out gang bangin' Tryin' to catch a murder case Your hoes on my couch Gettin' fucked in the face Bumpin' to the bass of Some old school
loser friends and my boyfriend?s family Bring bags of food and watch reality freak shows Everybody?s faking it but nobody thinks so, why even try? Got no grease
Kim when they had tha streets blocked, they had tha heat that made you fade away like a police squad, they even had little guns soundin like grease pops
look like you've been through a war Wipe that grin off your mug, you got a sturdy frame? Sluggish posture just won't cut it You're gonna need schooling
boys now (What?) Weekend's here, told boo, be sincere I wanna see you in ya evening wear Had her doubie wrapped up, made her release her hair Lights on, made sure the grease
your finger when your ready to go So you know I feel great, I can hardly wait Hit the Waffle House and get a chicken-melt plate Scrambled eggs with cheese and a pile of grease
is how we gonna try to bring it to you one time Uhh, and I go, and I go "You know daddy's home" Peace peace y'all, don't eat grease y'all, huh A Brooklyn
t even get up Competition shut up, cause I'm raw! "help me!" (cut and scratched 8x by mister cee) [kane] The man at hand to rule and school
die to cry Fuck it He's stuck it Where it's ripe and I couldn't pluck it And it's a jewel And it's cool And hell, I ain't no fool to school the rule