I was walkin’ down the avenue the other day
When I heard this crazy sound
It was nothing but a guy with a set of drums
But he was really gettin’ down
He said my name is Jack and I’m a rhythm attack
When I got a pair of sticks in hand
I got savior faire on the bass and snare
And I’m here to take my stand
I got juice
The next to show was a guy named Joe
Came in from Kalamazoo
Had a Kango cap with a real smooth rap
And he knew just what to do
He was an outta work bricklayer,part-time conga player
Brought along a set of LP’s
Don’t do a lot of talkin’,let my fingers do the walkin’
And I play just as pretty as you please
I got juice
There was a guy with a bass,had a handsome face
And designer clothes all around
He said I’m into threads,don’t wear Pro Keds
But I can make that funky sound
I play Fender Jazz,I got razz-ma-tazz
I got style from head to toe
It’s a funky sound that I learned uptown
And I’m here to let you know
I got juice
About a minute went by when another guy
Showed up with an old guitar
Well it hard to be from World War III
Or run over by a car
It don’t look like much,but it’s sweet to touch
They don’t make’em like this today
It’s been around,but check the sound
Then see what you say
I got juice