I get down I get down all the way Yo soy un disco quebrado Yo tengo chicle en mi cerebro I'm a ass, ass, ass I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm a ass, ass, ass Sawdust
me a gate, I don't care Feel just like I wanna clown Give the piano player a drink Because he's bringing me down He's got rhythm, yeah, when he stomps
, let's go, let's go I already spittin' to the rhythm of the piano So now I gotta give the drummer some Put the T up on the track, I be phenomenal 'Cause
I'm gonna do ev'rything I could Me Big Chief, I'm feeling good Me Big Chief, I got um tribe Got my squaw right by my side My Flagboy, he just went by
clown when I grin I'm manic-depresive ever since I was an adolescent But I never panic in a sesion when I'm bussin' Cussin' like a sailor, With
game Well you may the time And you may devotion I may have the feeling But I just haven't got the emotion You can quote me words of love From passion's poetry But I
lee's piano's screamin' The rock stops here Elvis singin' "blue suede shoes" I need a shot of rock-a-billy With my rhythm and blues They looked
Let the rhythm hit 'em I'm the arsenal I got artillery lyrics of ammo Rounds of rhythm Then I'm 'a give 'em piano Bring a bullet proof vest Nothin'
, baby, let's dance the night away Now, I'm so sorry I made you cry I can be a real jerk sometimes But you know that I know that you know I love you
go rockin' on the river with me? They got a honky-tonk piano, got a sliding trombone The meter is amazing, baby, so is the tone The bass rhythm section
Well, don't you know about that, I got the bullfrog blues. Bullfrog My mother got em, My father got em, My sister got em, My brother got em. I woke
I Make The Boards Shake Like How Im Suppose To I'll Have You Sounding Good Lil Ma, I Got Them Pro Tunes Now You In The Mood I Got You Doing This And
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
Let the rhythm hit 'em I'm the arsenal, I got artillery, lyrics of ammo Rounds of rhythm, then I'm 'a give 'em piano Bring a bullet-proof vest, nothin
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
! I love you so hard now I'm crying for you. Burning with fire, I got a hot desire 'cause I gotta make love with you. 'cause I gotta make love with
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
a beatin' rhythm and my soul keeps a singin' the blues Roll over Beethoven and tell Tchaikovsky the news I got the rockin' pneumonia I need a shot of rhythm and blues I
