Funky Fresh tunes and you're walking down the street

and you're trying to find the girl that you really want to meet



You're flying past the reef and you're drinking shrunken heads

you wake up in the morning and you wish that you were dead



Pre chorus:

As you stagger home in the blackest form of night

The rollers out in force baby they're looking for a fight



You try to play the game you try to pass the test

But the only thing in sight baby is the sight of your arrest



Chorus:

Jail cell-living hell

chains off me I'm free

Doing time - one more time

Mine, all mine, all mine



Now the country club is cold and the country club is mean

the attendants at the country club ain't something to be seen



If you're messing with my girl you're messing with your life

cause I'm gonna cut you with a big, big, big, big, big, big, big knife,

you bet your fuckin' life!



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I wanna tell you a story baby I hope you wanna hear

I wanna tell you a story baby I hope you wanna hear



I was going downtown in the back of a car

some motha 'fucka' left the door ajar (uh huh)

Remember what your parents said

be home by eight and in your bed (uh huh)



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