I like it when you flip that bump that roll that Shake that drop that rope that make it go clap clap "I hope y'all got y'all playa's card cause y'all ain't getting in unless ya do Its Kell's y'all still got the world surrounded for the non-believers"

It's late in the evening; she's wondering what clothes to wear She puts on her make-up and brushes her long blonde hair And then she asks me, Do I look all right? And I say, "Yes, you look wonderful tonight We go to a party and everyone turns to see This

Some like this and some like that And some don't know where it's at If you don't get loose, If you don't groove Well, your motor won't make it And your motor won't move Easy come, easy go Any way the wind blows If time don't tell you then don't ask me

And it makes me so angry I can feel your body When I'm lying in bed There's too much confusion Going around through my head To know that the flame still burns Why can't I get over? When will I ever learn?

I've had enough bad love Oh what a feeling I get when I'm with you You take my heart into everything you do And it makes me sad for the lonely people I walked that road for so long Now I know that I'm one of the lucky people Your love is making me strong

Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle Just a little bit Now make it clap You know what to do with that big fat butt Hot damn it Your booty like two planets Go head, and go ham sandwich Woah, I can't stand it 'Cause you know what to do with that big fat butt

I make Rock 'n' Roll records I sell 'em for a dime I make my living and, feed my children All in your good time The Blues they go for a quarter Is guaranteed to satisfy It's a real, funky deal Don't let it pass you by If your evening sun don't shine, my

Good evening Constantinople The best audience in the world we've bin told We really hope the dope'll Make you clap At all that crap That you've bin sold.

Don't you know we're riding with the king? Get on a TWA to the promised land. I dreamed I had a good job and I got well paid. I blew it all at the penny arcade. A hundred dollars on a Kewpie doll. No pretty chick is gonna make me crawl. Every woman,

You're the best I ever had I left down in New Orleans Magnolia, you sweet thing You're driving me mad Got to get back to you, babe I'll soon be there Whippoorwill's singing Soft summer breeze Makes me think of my baby