Hey, look out for my glass up there, man!
That’s my drink, man, that’s my drink, alright…
Make it a double, or eh…
Somebody has to sing
Some body will sing?
Somebody will sing, right?
(I don’t know!)
Y’all pass me that bottle,
And I’ll sing you all a real song
Yeah!
Let me get my key, ahum!
Well, I’m looking through Harlem
My stomach squeal just a little more
A stagecouch full of feathers and footprints,
Pulls up to soap