Whatcha gonna do when you get out of jail?
I’m gonna have some fun.
Who needs to think when your feet just go?
Bow wow wow yippi yo yippi yay bow wow yippi yo yippi yay.
You try to run but he’s got a gun, and he shoots you dead and he eats your head.
At first it wasn’t easy, changing rock and roll and minds.
I’ll sock it to ya daddy.
People doin’ their own thing, don’t care about me or you.
It seems we never get the time to do all the things we want to.
All we need is a drummer for people who only need a beat.
Everybody’s got a little light under the sun.
No matter when you say it, you know that you’ll be heard.
So I’m back up in the game, running things to keep my swing
Letting all the people know, that I’m back to run the show.
South Central does it like nobody does.
Step back, you’re dancing kinda close.
Sure and I’m black and I’m proud.
Get it together. Right on, right on.
Dance till you feel better.
Peace.
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now the ocean lies this way.
a favorite of mine!
i was going to name my daughter declan if she’d been a boy….
here’s the funkiest one ive got:
The name of the Friay night music series is FunkALICIOUS Fridays.
There is only one possible outcome to this scenario………….
.
And so at this point you leave me no choice……
But to change the title of the Friday night music series. The new name is Funky Friday.
At least til next week when…..well who knows.
I love tom tom club!
and so on
and scoobie
doobie doobie
hmm…doobie?
happy friday, kes, and all!
http://folktunes.org…
stream or download
There’s this funny looking skinny guy that gets overlooked when people start talking about the great gee-tar players. Whenever I get pissed off about southern politicians, I forgive the south, just because there’s blues.
If you’re listening to Cornyn, you’re listening to the wrong Johnny.