It ain’t the meat it’s the motion
That makes your daddy wanna rock
It ain’t the meat it’s the motion
It’s the movement it isn’t the stock
Is you with me now?
Then biggie-biggie-bounce, I know
You dig the way I sw-sw-switch my style
(Holla) People sing around
Now people gather 'round
Now people jump around
Go, get your freak on
That girl is pretty wild now (the girl’s a super freak)
The kind of girl you read about (in new-wave magazines)
That girl is pretty kinky (the girl’s a super freak)
I really love to taste her (every time we meet)
She’s alright, she’s alright
That girl’s alright with me
Yeah, hey, hey, hey, hey!
She’s a super freak, super freak
She’s super-freaky, yow
Everybody sing
Super freak, super freak
Do you know how to play hide-and-seek?
To find me it would take you a week
But tied to that chair
You won’t go anywhere
There’s a lot I can do with a freak
(Different kind of freak, but it came to mind because I had Tommy playing in the car this morning.)
I was five and he was six
We rode on horses made of sticks
He wore black and I wore white
He would always win the fight
Bang bang, he shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down
(Bang bang) On the door baby
(Bang bang) On the door
(Bang bang) On the door baby
(Bang bang)
You’re what?.. Tin roof, rusted!
The king is gone
But he’s not forgotten
This is the story
Of a Johnny Rotten
It’s better to burn out
Than it is to rust
The king is gone
But he’s not forgotten.
Then I broke Elvis’s nose
Pouring the last drop from his toes
Yabba dabba doo, the king is gone
And so are you
Yabba dabba doo, the king is gone
And so are you
Last night, I broke the seal
On a Jim Beam decanter that looks like Elvis
I soaked the label off
A Flintstone Jelly Bean jar
When I look out into your eyes out there,
When I look out into your faces,
You know what I see?
I see a little bit of Elvis
In each and every one of you out there.
Lemme tell ya…
Weeeeeeeeeellllllll…
Elvis is everywhere
Elvis is everything
Elvis is everybody
Elvis is still the king
Elvis has just left the building –
Those are his footprints, right there
Elvis has just left the building –
To climb up that heavenly stair
He gave away Cadillacs once in a while;
Had sex in his underpants,
Yes, he had style!
Bell-bottom jump-suits?
That’s them in a pile,
But he don’t need’em now,
‘Cause he’s makin’ Jesus smile!
Whoa, boys, take me back
I wanna ride in Geronimo’s Cadillac
I love you for your pink Cadillac, crushed velvet seats
Riding in the back, oozing down the street
Waving to the girls, feeling out of sight
Spending all my money on a Saturday night
Honey, I just wonder what you do there in the back
Of your pink Cadillac, pink Cadillac
Cadillac, Cadillac
Long and dark, shiny and black
Open up your engines, let 'em roar
Tearing up the highway like a big old dinosaur
He’s traded in his Chevy for a Cadillac-ac-ac-ac-ac
You oughta know by now
And if you can’t drive with a broken back
At least you can polish the fenders
Drivin’ in a slick black Cadillac
It’s got solid gold hubcaps
It makes me feel like a king
I only need one thing
And that’s a slick black Cadillac
Ooh, give it up
Well I hope I die in a slick black limousine
Oh come along momma gonna take a look at me
Gonna fly though the city
Gonna fly to the sea
Gonna fly my my my my my
We used to ride, baby
Ride around in limousines
We looked so fine, baby
You in white and me in green
Drinking and dancing
All inside a crazy dream
Well now, look at your face now, baby
Look at you and look at me
Girl, you got an ass like I never seen
And the ride
I say, the ride is so smooth
You must be a Limousine
I don’t think you’re ready for this jelly
I don’t think you’re ready for this jelly
I don’t think you’re ready for this
'Cause my body too bootylicious for ya, babe
Jam up and jelly tight,
My, my, my, my baby now you’re outta sight.
Jam up and jelly tight,
You look a little naughty but you’re so polite.
Jam up and jelly tight,
You won’t say you will but there’s a chance that you might.
Jam Up Jelly Tight – Tommy Roe