Bam,Bam, Bam my sweet

You can sip it through a straw; you can throw it back neat

Just don't be hesitatin', waitin' for it



Cause in an ideal world they'll be comin' for you

Could be tokin' on the bale, could be sniffin' our clues

Better stake your fakin' reputation on it



Do it,

do it,

just do it!



In a Tax-free zone, down a tin can alley

There's a slipper girl-thing and man name Sally

They were talk-talk-talkin' 'bout a clever little coffin nail

Seems, down at the docks the intended lies awaitin'

And the privileged information's gonna get wet too

You can't be too careful when it comes to being careful



Do it,

do it,

just do it!



There's a man in my street keeps a flock of gray doves

And he's set in his ways, wearin' Everlast gloves

His opinion can be beat when push becomes a shove

Says he doesn't give a monkey 'bout the youth of the