Too Cool to Conga
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Hey, I got a story for ya
Come over here
Tom Tom, Andre, Johnny G, Nance-a-lot, Bongo
(What happened to you, man?)
Don't ask
(What happened?)
Don't ask
(Man, you look like my head heals)
(And I know you don't admire)
(You gotta let me know the scoop)
(How'd you get them two black eyes?)
You really wanna know?
(Yeah, man, yeah)
Well, see, after the gig I was feelin' mellow
Seems the soldiers had a good time even though they were sober
You guys sounded great
I mean especially great
Charlie's solo on that pineapple scene was super catulistic
If you know what I mean
So when there was a knock on my dressing room door
And I said, "Come on in"
And Sergeant Benjamin Bullock popped his head in and said
"You're invited to a private party at the sergeant's mess"
I said, "Yes"
So I go along
I mean what can go wrong in the sergeant's mess
In a town called Split?
(Quick, man, quick)
Don't rush me now, I'm in pain
(Your brother's in pain)
So I'm groovin' along to the sounds provided by Navy boy playin' DJ
With an OJ in one hand and talkin' '
Bout Custer's Last Stand with the sarge
There ain't a babe in sight
(No, man, you're down to cheese, brother)
(Plenty of babes, plenty of libations)
Oh, by now the libations were flowin', Tom Tom
That's what triggered the imbroglio, indirectly
Let me tell my story, man
(With the quickness now)
You wanna hear the tale or what?
(Yeah)
All of a sudden Navy boy drops a Latin jam by Andy Hernandez
A conga
God damn
So I shout, "Let's conga"
Before you could say Slobodan Milosevic
I had a conga line the size of anaconda
Slitherin' around the sergeant's mess
Whoo, baby, baby, baby
(What happened?)
Then the shit hit the fan
(What happened, man?)
Some beaver pork chop eatin' Rambo wannabe soldier boy
Reekin' of Jack Daniels jumps in front of me
Looks me dead in my eye
(And said what?)
And says
Let me tell my story
(What? What?)
He says
You too cool to conga
Mambo or to samba
You too cool to conga
So sit your ass down
I tried to keep the line proceedin' but he derailed the train
Man, it was insane
Some Navy boy got up in his face and said
"Private Potts, don't rain on my parade"
But Potts tore the Navy boy out of the
Floor like he was a weed in a flowerpot
Threw him 'cross the floor, he looked like a rag doll
Navy boys fell on him like rain on a rooftop
Van chairs were flyin', banquet tables full
Of chicken curry and tomato soup overturned
It was insane, I tell ya
Potts' boys surrounded the conga line like
A bunch of redskins 'round a covered wagon
And then somebody said
(And said what?)
Let me tell my story, will ya?
Somebody said
You too cool to conga
Mambo or to samba
Too too cool to conga
So sit your ass down
You too cool to conga
Mambo or to cha-cha
Too too cool to conga
So sit your ass down, down, down, down
The sergeant's mess was a mess alright
A bloody mess
What a sight
The MPs arrived to kick some ass
It took five of them to drag Potts out of there
Man, he held on to me, tears in his eyes and muttered somethin' like
"Man, you're my idol, I love you
I saw you at the Hammersmith Odeon in 1981
I got all your records"
Ha cha cha cha
(Now what?)
His grip was so strong he dragged me along with him
Out the swingin' doors, one black eye
Down the stairs, 'cross the field
Then through some more swingin' doors, another black eye
And into the clink, bang
"Sleep it off," the MP said
And you know what?
As we lay there on that cold, dank floor
Grovelin' like prisoners of war
That bastard Potts had the audacity to turn to me and say
(What? What? What?)
The man said
You too cool to conga
Mambo or to samba
Too too cool to conga
So sit your ass down
So that's the story, boys
Take it in and learn the lesson
Whatever you do
Don't ever play a conga
Or anything that even slightly resembles a conga
For at least a year
Don't even say the word
Or anything that rhymes with the word
And tonight, Nance, don't play that Montuno shit
At the end of "Meme"
And Fran, look, forget that Latino Puerto Rican trumpet shit
And I'll let it slide
And I tell you what
Drop "Annie" altogether
'Cause I don't wanna hear any of that
Mambo, samba, conga, longo nonsense
Forget it, just forget it
Don't remind me
(Oh man, that's my favorite part)
What you mean that's your favorite part?
(You know, man, he's right
You are too cool to conga, man)
Ha ha ha ha ha
You too cool to conga
Mambo or to samba
Too too cool to conga
So sit your ass down
You too cool to conga
Mambo or to samba
Too too cool to conga
So sit your ass down
You too cool to conga
Mambo or to samba
Too too cool to conga
So sit your ass down
You too cool to conga
Mambo or to cha-cha-cha
You too cool to conga
So sit your ass down, down, down, down, down
Come over here
Tom Tom, Andre, Johnny G, Nance-a-lot, Bongo
(What happened to you, man?)
Don't ask
(What happened?)
Don't ask
(Man, you look like my head heals)
(And I know you don't admire)
(You gotta let me know the scoop)
(How'd you get them two black eyes?)
You really wanna know?
(Yeah, man, yeah)
Well, see, after the gig I was feelin' mellow
Seems the soldiers had a good time even though they were sober
You guys sounded great
I mean especially great
Charlie's solo on that pineapple scene was super catulistic
If you know what I mean
So when there was a knock on my dressing room door
And I said, "Come on in"
And Sergeant Benjamin Bullock popped his head in and said
"You're invited to a private party at the sergeant's mess"
I said, "Yes"
So I go along
I mean what can go wrong in the sergeant's mess
In a town called Split?
(Quick, man, quick)
Don't rush me now, I'm in pain
(Your brother's in pain)
So I'm groovin' along to the sounds provided by Navy boy playin' DJ
With an OJ in one hand and talkin' '
Bout Custer's Last Stand with the sarge
There ain't a babe in sight
(No, man, you're down to cheese, brother)
(Plenty of babes, plenty of libations)
Oh, by now the libations were flowin', Tom Tom
That's what triggered the imbroglio, indirectly
Let me tell my story, man
(With the quickness now)
You wanna hear the tale or what?
(Yeah)
All of a sudden Navy boy drops a Latin jam by Andy Hernandez
A conga
God damn
So I shout, "Let's conga"
Before you could say Slobodan Milosevic
I had a conga line the size of anaconda
Slitherin' around the sergeant's mess
Whoo, baby, baby, baby
(What happened?)
Then the shit hit the fan
(What happened, man?)
Some beaver pork chop eatin' Rambo wannabe soldier boy
Reekin' of Jack Daniels jumps in front of me
Looks me dead in my eye
(And said what?)
And says
Let me tell my story
(What? What?)
He says
You too cool to conga
Mambo or to samba
You too cool to conga
So sit your ass down
I tried to keep the line proceedin' but he derailed the train
Man, it was insane
Some Navy boy got up in his face and said
"Private Potts, don't rain on my parade"
But Potts tore the Navy boy out of the
Floor like he was a weed in a flowerpot
Threw him 'cross the floor, he looked like a rag doll
Navy boys fell on him like rain on a rooftop
Van chairs were flyin', banquet tables full
Of chicken curry and tomato soup overturned
It was insane, I tell ya
Potts' boys surrounded the conga line like
A bunch of redskins 'round a covered wagon
And then somebody said
(And said what?)
Let me tell my story, will ya?
Somebody said
You too cool to conga
Mambo or to samba
Too too cool to conga
So sit your ass down
You too cool to conga
Mambo or to cha-cha
Too too cool to conga
So sit your ass down, down, down, down
The sergeant's mess was a mess alright
A bloody mess
What a sight
The MPs arrived to kick some ass
It took five of them to drag Potts out of there
Man, he held on to me, tears in his eyes and muttered somethin' like
"Man, you're my idol, I love you
I saw you at the Hammersmith Odeon in 1981
I got all your records"
Ha cha cha cha
(Now what?)
His grip was so strong he dragged me along with him
Out the swingin' doors, one black eye
Down the stairs, 'cross the field
Then through some more swingin' doors, another black eye
And into the clink, bang
"Sleep it off," the MP said
And you know what?
As we lay there on that cold, dank floor
Grovelin' like prisoners of war
That bastard Potts had the audacity to turn to me and say
(What? What? What?)
The man said
You too cool to conga
Mambo or to samba
Too too cool to conga
So sit your ass down
So that's the story, boys
Take it in and learn the lesson
Whatever you do
Don't ever play a conga
Or anything that even slightly resembles a conga
For at least a year
Don't even say the word
Or anything that rhymes with the word
And tonight, Nance, don't play that Montuno shit
At the end of "Meme"
And Fran, look, forget that Latino Puerto Rican trumpet shit
And I'll let it slide
And I tell you what
Drop "Annie" altogether
'Cause I don't wanna hear any of that
Mambo, samba, conga, longo nonsense
Forget it, just forget it
Don't remind me
(Oh man, that's my favorite part)
What you mean that's your favorite part?
(You know, man, he's right
You are too cool to conga, man)
Ha ha ha ha ha
You too cool to conga
Mambo or to samba
Too too cool to conga
So sit your ass down
You too cool to conga
Mambo or to samba
Too too cool to conga
So sit your ass down
You too cool to conga
Mambo or to samba
Too too cool to conga
So sit your ass down
You too cool to conga
Mambo or to cha-cha-cha
You too cool to conga
So sit your ass down, down, down, down, down
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:01.85] Hey, I got a story for ya
[00:05.17] Come over here
[00:07.27] Tom Tom, Andre, Johnny G, Nance-a-lot, Bongo
[00:15.64] (What happened to you, man?)
[00:17.17] Don't ask
[00:18.77] (What happened?)
[00:19.88] Don't ask
[00:21.43] (Man, you look like my head heals)
[00:23.43] (And I know you don't admire)
[00:25.18] (You gotta let me know the scoop)
[00:26.46] (How'd you get them two black eyes?)
[00:28.32] You really wanna know?
[00:29.47] (Yeah, man, yeah)
[00:32.62] Well, see, after the gig I was feelin' mellow
[00:35.06] Seems the soldiers had a good time even though they were sober
[00:38.11] You guys sounded great
[00:40.57] I mean especially great
[00:41.83] Charlie's solo on that pineapple scene was super catulistic
[00:45.06] If you know what I mean
[00:47.16] So when there was a knock on my dressing room door
[00:49.01] And I said, "Come on in"
[00:50.79] And Sergeant Benjamin Bullock popped his head in and said
[00:53.83] "You're invited to a private party at the sergeant's mess"
[00:57.52] I said, "Yes"
[01:00.87] So I go along
[01:02.02] I mean what can go wrong in the sergeant's mess
[01:04.53] In a town called Split?
[01:05.94] (Quick, man, quick)
[01:07.04] Don't rush me now, I'm in pain
[01:08.89] (Your brother's in pain)
[01:09.99] So I'm groovin' along to the sounds provided by Navy boy playin' DJ
[01:14.09] With an OJ in one hand and talkin' '
[01:16.06] Bout Custer's Last Stand with the sarge
[01:18.26] There ain't a babe in sight
[01:19.93] (No, man, you're down to cheese, brother)
[01:22.24] (Plenty of babes, plenty of libations)
[01:24.44] Oh, by now the libations were flowin', Tom Tom
[01:27.42] That's what triggered the imbroglio, indirectly
[01:30.87] Let me tell my story, man
[01:32.68] (With the quickness now)
[01:33.70] You wanna hear the tale or what?
[01:35.14] (Yeah)
[01:38.30] All of a sudden Navy boy drops a Latin jam by Andy Hernandez
[01:43.17] A conga
[01:44.86] God damn
[01:47.37] So I shout, "Let's conga"
[01:52.37] Before you could say Slobodan Milosevic
[01:55.63] I had a conga line the size of anaconda
[01:58.40] Slitherin' around the sergeant's mess
[02:01.03] Whoo, baby, baby, baby
[02:03.40] (What happened?)
[02:04.12] Then the shit hit the fan
[02:05.53] (What happened, man?)
[02:06.54] Some beaver pork chop eatin' Rambo wannabe soldier boy
[02:11.04] Reekin' of Jack Daniels jumps in front of me
[02:13.81] Looks me dead in my eye
[02:15.76] (And said what?)
[02:16.78] And says
[02:19.16] Let me tell my story
[02:20.50] (What? What?)
[02:21.68] He says
[02:23.85] You too cool to conga
[02:25.78] Mambo or to samba
[02:27.84] You too cool to conga
[02:29.52] So sit your ass down
[02:33.72] I tried to keep the line proceedin' but he derailed the train
[02:37.48] Man, it was insane
[02:39.27] Some Navy boy got up in his face and said
[02:41.44] "Private Potts, don't rain on my parade"
[02:45.26] But Potts tore the Navy boy out of the
[02:47.25] Floor like he was a weed in a flowerpot
[02:49.84] Threw him 'cross the floor, he looked like a rag doll
[02:53.90] Navy boys fell on him like rain on a rooftop
[02:57.36] Van chairs were flyin', banquet tables full
[03:00.01] Of chicken curry and tomato soup overturned
[03:03.27] It was insane, I tell ya
[03:05.13] Potts' boys surrounded the conga line like
[03:07.38] A bunch of redskins 'round a covered wagon
[03:09.51] And then somebody said
[03:10.94] (And said what?)
[03:12.02] Let me tell my story, will ya?
[03:13.81] Somebody said
[03:15.36] You too cool to conga
[03:17.36] Mambo or to samba
[03:19.35] Too too cool to conga
[03:21.01] So sit your ass down
[03:23.27] You too cool to conga
[03:25.22] Mambo or to cha-cha
[03:27.29] Too too cool to conga
[03:28.93] So sit your ass down, down, down, down
[03:34.02] The sergeant's mess was a mess alright
[03:36.57] A bloody mess
[03:38.29] What a sight
[03:39.50] The MPs arrived to kick some ass
[03:42.01] It took five of them to drag Potts out of there
[03:44.82] Man, he held on to me, tears in his eyes and muttered somethin' like
[03:48.52] "Man, you're my idol, I love you
[03:51.60] I saw you at the Hammersmith Odeon in 1981
[03:55.09] I got all your records"
[03:56.36] Ha cha cha cha
[03:58.86] (Now what?)
[03:59.64] His grip was so strong he dragged me along with him
[04:03.01] Out the swingin' doors, one black eye
[04:05.77] Down the stairs, 'cross the field
[04:07.91] Then through some more swingin' doors, another black eye
[04:11.12] And into the clink, bang
[04:13.94] "Sleep it off," the MP said
[04:16.04] And you know what?
[04:17.51] As we lay there on that cold, dank floor
[04:20.15] Grovelin' like prisoners of war
[04:22.58] That bastard Potts had the audacity to turn to me and say
[04:26.34] (What? What? What?)
[04:27.66] The man said
[04:29.36] You too cool to conga
[04:31.40] Mambo or to samba
[04:33.23] Too too cool to conga
[04:35.06] So sit your ass down
[04:37.37] So that's the story, boys
[04:39.25] Take it in and learn the lesson
[04:41.06] Whatever you do
[04:42.50] Don't ever play a conga
[04:44.27] Or anything that even slightly resembles a conga
[04:47.33] For at least a year
[04:48.80] Don't even say the word
[04:50.38] Or anything that rhymes with the word
[04:52.25] And tonight, Nance, don't play that Montuno shit
[04:55.62] At the end of "Meme"
[04:57.00] And Fran, look, forget that Latino Puerto Rican trumpet shit
[05:01.05] And I'll let it slide
[05:02.41] And I tell you what
[05:03.47] Drop "Annie" altogether
[05:04.91] 'Cause I don't wanna hear any of that
[05:07.26] Mambo, samba, conga, longo nonsense
[05:09.89] Forget it, just forget it
[05:12.50] Don't remind me
[05:13.37] (Oh man, that's my favorite part)
[05:15.50] What you mean that's your favorite part?
[05:17.13] (You know, man, he's right
[05:18.92] You are too cool to conga, man)
[05:20.71] Ha ha ha ha ha
[05:22.28] You too cool to conga
[05:24.10] Mambo or to samba
[05:26.15] Too too cool to conga
[05:27.95] So sit your ass down
[05:30.25] You too cool to conga
[05:31.85] Mambo or to samba
[05:33.58] Too too cool to conga
[05:35.72] So sit your ass down
[05:38.12] You too cool to conga
[05:40.03] Mambo or to samba
[05:41.38] Too too cool to conga
[05:43.63] So sit your ass down
[05:46.00] You too cool to conga
[05:47.82] Mambo or to cha-cha-cha
[05:49.83] You too cool to conga
[05:51.58] So sit your ass down, down, down, down, down
[06:03.97]
[00:05.17] Come over here
[00:07.27] Tom Tom, Andre, Johnny G, Nance-a-lot, Bongo
[00:15.64] (What happened to you, man?)
[00:17.17] Don't ask
[00:18.77] (What happened?)
[00:19.88] Don't ask
[00:21.43] (Man, you look like my head heals)
[00:23.43] (And I know you don't admire)
[00:25.18] (You gotta let me know the scoop)
[00:26.46] (How'd you get them two black eyes?)
[00:28.32] You really wanna know?
[00:29.47] (Yeah, man, yeah)
[00:32.62] Well, see, after the gig I was feelin' mellow
[00:35.06] Seems the soldiers had a good time even though they were sober
[00:38.11] You guys sounded great
[00:40.57] I mean especially great
[00:41.83] Charlie's solo on that pineapple scene was super catulistic
[00:45.06] If you know what I mean
[00:47.16] So when there was a knock on my dressing room door
[00:49.01] And I said, "Come on in"
[00:50.79] And Sergeant Benjamin Bullock popped his head in and said
[00:53.83] "You're invited to a private party at the sergeant's mess"
[00:57.52] I said, "Yes"
[01:00.87] So I go along
[01:02.02] I mean what can go wrong in the sergeant's mess
[01:04.53] In a town called Split?
[01:05.94] (Quick, man, quick)
[01:07.04] Don't rush me now, I'm in pain
[01:08.89] (Your brother's in pain)
[01:09.99] So I'm groovin' along to the sounds provided by Navy boy playin' DJ
[01:14.09] With an OJ in one hand and talkin' '
[01:16.06] Bout Custer's Last Stand with the sarge
[01:18.26] There ain't a babe in sight
[01:19.93] (No, man, you're down to cheese, brother)
[01:22.24] (Plenty of babes, plenty of libations)
[01:24.44] Oh, by now the libations were flowin', Tom Tom
[01:27.42] That's what triggered the imbroglio, indirectly
[01:30.87] Let me tell my story, man
[01:32.68] (With the quickness now)
[01:33.70] You wanna hear the tale or what?
[01:35.14] (Yeah)
[01:38.30] All of a sudden Navy boy drops a Latin jam by Andy Hernandez
[01:43.17] A conga
[01:44.86] God damn
[01:47.37] So I shout, "Let's conga"
[01:52.37] Before you could say Slobodan Milosevic
[01:55.63] I had a conga line the size of anaconda
[01:58.40] Slitherin' around the sergeant's mess
[02:01.03] Whoo, baby, baby, baby
[02:03.40] (What happened?)
[02:04.12] Then the shit hit the fan
[02:05.53] (What happened, man?)
[02:06.54] Some beaver pork chop eatin' Rambo wannabe soldier boy
[02:11.04] Reekin' of Jack Daniels jumps in front of me
[02:13.81] Looks me dead in my eye
[02:15.76] (And said what?)
[02:16.78] And says
[02:19.16] Let me tell my story
[02:20.50] (What? What?)
[02:21.68] He says
[02:23.85] You too cool to conga
[02:25.78] Mambo or to samba
[02:27.84] You too cool to conga
[02:29.52] So sit your ass down
[02:33.72] I tried to keep the line proceedin' but he derailed the train
[02:37.48] Man, it was insane
[02:39.27] Some Navy boy got up in his face and said
[02:41.44] "Private Potts, don't rain on my parade"
[02:45.26] But Potts tore the Navy boy out of the
[02:47.25] Floor like he was a weed in a flowerpot
[02:49.84] Threw him 'cross the floor, he looked like a rag doll
[02:53.90] Navy boys fell on him like rain on a rooftop
[02:57.36] Van chairs were flyin', banquet tables full
[03:00.01] Of chicken curry and tomato soup overturned
[03:03.27] It was insane, I tell ya
[03:05.13] Potts' boys surrounded the conga line like
[03:07.38] A bunch of redskins 'round a covered wagon
[03:09.51] And then somebody said
[03:10.94] (And said what?)
[03:12.02] Let me tell my story, will ya?
[03:13.81] Somebody said
[03:15.36] You too cool to conga
[03:17.36] Mambo or to samba
[03:19.35] Too too cool to conga
[03:21.01] So sit your ass down
[03:23.27] You too cool to conga
[03:25.22] Mambo or to cha-cha
[03:27.29] Too too cool to conga
[03:28.93] So sit your ass down, down, down, down
[03:34.02] The sergeant's mess was a mess alright
[03:36.57] A bloody mess
[03:38.29] What a sight
[03:39.50] The MPs arrived to kick some ass
[03:42.01] It took five of them to drag Potts out of there
[03:44.82] Man, he held on to me, tears in his eyes and muttered somethin' like
[03:48.52] "Man, you're my idol, I love you
[03:51.60] I saw you at the Hammersmith Odeon in 1981
[03:55.09] I got all your records"
[03:56.36] Ha cha cha cha
[03:58.86] (Now what?)
[03:59.64] His grip was so strong he dragged me along with him
[04:03.01] Out the swingin' doors, one black eye
[04:05.77] Down the stairs, 'cross the field
[04:07.91] Then through some more swingin' doors, another black eye
[04:11.12] And into the clink, bang
[04:13.94] "Sleep it off," the MP said
[04:16.04] And you know what?
[04:17.51] As we lay there on that cold, dank floor
[04:20.15] Grovelin' like prisoners of war
[04:22.58] That bastard Potts had the audacity to turn to me and say
[04:26.34] (What? What? What?)
[04:27.66] The man said
[04:29.36] You too cool to conga
[04:31.40] Mambo or to samba
[04:33.23] Too too cool to conga
[04:35.06] So sit your ass down
[04:37.37] So that's the story, boys
[04:39.25] Take it in and learn the lesson
[04:41.06] Whatever you do
[04:42.50] Don't ever play a conga
[04:44.27] Or anything that even slightly resembles a conga
[04:47.33] For at least a year
[04:48.80] Don't even say the word
[04:50.38] Or anything that rhymes with the word
[04:52.25] And tonight, Nance, don't play that Montuno shit
[04:55.62] At the end of "Meme"
[04:57.00] And Fran, look, forget that Latino Puerto Rican trumpet shit
[05:01.05] And I'll let it slide
[05:02.41] And I tell you what
[05:03.47] Drop "Annie" altogether
[05:04.91] 'Cause I don't wanna hear any of that
[05:07.26] Mambo, samba, conga, longo nonsense
[05:09.89] Forget it, just forget it
[05:12.50] Don't remind me
[05:13.37] (Oh man, that's my favorite part)
[05:15.50] What you mean that's your favorite part?
[05:17.13] (You know, man, he's right
[05:18.92] You are too cool to conga, man)
[05:20.71] Ha ha ha ha ha
[05:22.28] You too cool to conga
[05:24.10] Mambo or to samba
[05:26.15] Too too cool to conga
[05:27.95] So sit your ass down
[05:30.25] You too cool to conga
[05:31.85] Mambo or to samba
[05:33.58] Too too cool to conga
[05:35.72] So sit your ass down
[05:38.12] You too cool to conga
[05:40.03] Mambo or to samba
[05:41.38] Too too cool to conga
[05:43.63] So sit your ass down
[05:46.00] You too cool to conga
[05:47.82] Mambo or to cha-cha-cha
[05:49.83] You too cool to conga
[05:51.58] So sit your ass down, down, down, down, down
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