And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking Yo, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on Friday? Round up de posse, Fugee comin' around de way. Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home! A cheeba cheeba, y'all, well, I'm a Libra, y'all.

We come from Back in the hollers We got sweat On our blue collars The living's hard But the living's good You see God sent The heavens down And hung 'em 'round My neck of the woods

Take back the night And the horns say, alright Take back the night, take back the night You know you gon' mess around and find out there ain't no one better I wanna do something right But we can do something better Ain't no time like tonight And we ain't

Spreadin' rhythm around Music everywhere, feet are pattin' Puttin' tempo in old Manhattan Everybody is out high hattin' Everywhere you go trumpets are blarin' Drums and saxophones rip and tearin' Everybody you meet is rarin' Up in Harlem in every flat

Pop goes the weasel I've no time to wait and sigh No patience to wait 'till by and by All around the cobbler's bench The monkey chased the weasel The monkey thought 'twas all in fun Kiss me quick, I'm off, goodbye Half a pound of tuppenny rice Half a

I'm on my way Because I've got a thing about seeing my grandson grow 'Cause while my blood's still warm and my mind doesn't matter Wish I could watch them jumping round, calling names Kicking cans and playing tag, hide in every place Wish I could see

'Cause you're a good girl and you know it I want your hot love and emotion endlessly Just hold on, we're going home (going home) I think there's something, baby You act so different around me Just hold on, we're going home Ah, ah, ah-ha I got my eyes on

You are a kaleidoscope Get, get, get out Can we get out, get out Get, get, get out of here? So do you want to turn it around? And do you want to show me how? Get out, get out Get, get, get out of here Good intentions never good enough

Down and up and down and up and down and up and down The beat just dropped and the room got sexy You're watching me like there's no one else around I know you want me like kids want candy So keep watching me go down and up and down It's alright to say

What can a poor man do, you know when the blues keep bothering him around You know, sometimes I feel, I feel like drinkin' me some gasoline I feel I'm gonna move on back down south, you know where the water tastes like cherry wine Give him a half pint of