Cow Town Skank

Watch deh!
No matter if you ride like a haste
You may end up in outer space
Play, you won't be around to hear the screw your face
An' it will be a big, big disgrace, as I would tell it to you (Huh!)

Musical town, it's time for you cats to count town
So you got to gather 'round an' don't you be no clown
You a one the king of sound an' blues a put him down
Exclusive extra hard, an' now his sound is really-really-really round
'Cause I would tell you 'bout my limousine
You got to move around an' begin
When I'm travelling on four wheel
Cats, you got to be careful of your heel, as I would tell you (Huh!)
Because I'm at the control of the wheel
Really gonna tell you 'bout the thing I feel (Lean over!)

While I'm driving along
You got to bring musical sound
Then you could never-never be wrong
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Musical town, call it Cow Town skank
You got to gather 'round an' don't you be no cramp
I would tell you 'bout this irie frank
You got to step on down like a dreadlock hank (Huh!)
Musical thing call the Cow Town skank
Baby-baby, don't you be no cramp, 'cause I would tell you
I never-never-never come a failure
While I'm driving along the highway
Would you got to stick around an' swing an' sway
Musical sound of the day, as I would tell it to you
Oh baby-baby, keep a rockin' an' swing
An' baby, come an' do your own a thing
An' let me, let me tell you 'bout the love I bring
So you really-really-really got to let it ring
An' baby, got to come on down an' do your thing (Huh!)

Do it, Jack, on the track
Musical thing, the style with a fling
While I'm driving along
In my unit, as I would tell you
You got to move over an' be cool
Baby, let me tell you 'bout the rule, as I would say