Dum dum dee dooo Dooo dooo I have a little plant I always give her water 'Cause you see She really loves her water And she says (ding, ding) (sounds like
(Count is playing ominous music on a piano) Cookie: Hey Count, Count, woah, stop playing Count: Ahh, Cookie Monster Cookie: Well, well, well... Count
yes, jingle jangle Joan "J", Jim, let's join with Jim "J", Jane, well, let's jump with Jane "J", Joe, jeans, and his jelly beans Hey, let's sing a song about "J" "J
Jane, or Jenny Or a brand-new pair of jeans You'll find it in the alphabet Between the I and K And if you haven't guessed by now Well, it's the letter J
, Jane, John. J jump joyful jumble around. Jack-in-the-box jumping all over town! Jingle jangle junk summer day. Big J swingin', flyin' singin'-- J jump
Mary had a bicycle, bicycle, bicyle Mary had a bicycle Its paint was red as fire Everywhere that Mary went, Mary went, Mary went Everywhere that Mary
Gary-Owens-Voice (GOV) guy comes onscreen, whipping out his lower-case "i" from a briefcase and he has a dialogue with a Rude Off-screen Voice (ROV):
my family's run It's a joyful, joltin', jumpin' jamboree So if you'd like a job, come join our jolly mob And we'll show you how much fun a "j" can be
Take the way home leads back to Sullivan Street Cross the water home through the town Past the shadows that fall down wherever we meet Pretty soon now
familiar beat He saw a little bay crying and thought his heart would break Standing bare foot in the middle of the street I was left on the street with
chorus- [shell] the streets told me boy thugga keep that thang on ya and fuck ur friends cause most niggas they'll change on ya these streets cold so
Uh, uh, uh Yeah, yeah, yeah, ha, ha I beep my horn and they come to the car Damn right, they come to a stall That's right, it come with the car Now tell
Down on Cherry Street All the girls are lookin'fine Down on Cherry Street Al the girls are lookin'fine. When they put their hands in your pocket, They
in the corner, Lord, I can't forget I ain't seen no rolling, no rolling do I need Come and get me, mama, I been playing in the street Grown into a big
Bakin' rocks in the hot sun I fought the law and the law won I fought the law and the law won I needed the money 'cause I had none I fought the law and
And I'm as strong as they come I love the streets 'cause that's what made me me Without the streets, baby, I couldn't eat I love the streets and although
yeah yo i love da streets niggas get shot in da head and they leak i love da streets dats what all they saw dem big nasty braws i love da streets u get
Well I don't mind working 'Cause I used to be jerkin off Most of my time in the bars I've been a cabbie and a stock clerk And a soda fountain jock jerk