Insomnia
Mass Destruction
God Is A DJ
Don't Leave
Muhammad Ali
We Come 1
Reverence
Salva Mea | One Step Too Far
Bring My Family Back
Miss U Less, See U More
Tarantula
Fatty Boo
Reasons (Saturday Night)
Why Go? (Ft Estelle)
I Want More |
| » Fatty Boo « |
hey, nicknamed fatty boo with a name lisa
she have no boyfriend, she live up the fridge freezer
triple chin or facial hair
she favour geezer
although she friend recommend certain cream and tease her
she favourite tipple is bacardi breezer
claim she 31 but no-one believe her
love randomer restaurant with she friend anita
you should meet her, anita, another big eater
slipped disc for the waiter then theres always a feature
when they run go carrying food for them two creature
one night she come so much rice she nearly have a seizure
fall off she chair, licked she hair and catch amnesia
wake up in a&e and bellows she want pizza (give me food ya)
doctors quickly sign paper and release her (one time...)
cough, 'nough police to police her
fatty boo you better pray no-one sees ya (this time)
be careful of the things that you do
say now you got plenty but the plenty could be few
this is my chance to shout it in other avenue
say dont you be a sinner, dont you keep all for you
i said a long time no you start warm is a ripple
every lickle dime, every nickle, you are trouble
watch you're little head fatty boo
and give the dog a bone that could never be for you
nicknamed fatty boo but we call her mel life
changed forever when she discovered chanel
now she, has a mind to buy designer apparel
she no, favour gazelle, but she bounced like hell
whenever she spya something to die for on the fashion channel (17...breezer...chhhooomm)
and one like tinkerbell
fatty, big like two church bell in parallel
cats walk and mel never match up too well
but fatty was saucy, couldnt be told
she loved margo with her big nick, drifling the cold
she even bolder than the skinny girls, shoulderless (they're mine!)
and admired everywhere from her openness
microphone check 1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2!
be careful of the things that you do
say now you got plenty but the plenty could be few
this is my chance to shout it in other avenue
say dont you be a sinner, dont you keep all for you
yeh I said a long time no you start warm is a ripple
every lickle dime, every nickle, you are trouble
watch you're little head fatty boo
and give the dog a bone that could never be for you
be careful of the things that you do
say now you've got plenty but the plenty could be few, be few, be few, be few...etc
yeh, I said a long time no you start warm is a ripple, ripple, ripple, ripple...etc
wath you're little head fatty boo
and give the dog a bone that could never be for you
be careful of the things that you do
say now you got plenty but the plenty could be few
this is my chance to shout it in other avenue
say dont you be a sinner, dont you keep all for you
yeh I said a long time no you start warm is a ripple
every lickle dime, every nickle, you are trouble
watch you're little head fatty boo
and give the dog a bone that could never be for you
finally fatty boo you stood with me in '73
saturday night playing the music at my fathers party
6 records on the changer often with dan settee
still your gram 6 years old and im the man
steady with calypso to start then play reggae
one thousand bolts of holts (huh) for everybody
in the days when r&b meant
arthur conrey, otis reading, booker t and the mg's
every, lickle piece of attention as we tried to squeeze from the father
his friends and the family
sometime deliberately tease with the tune that wont please
and the whole room reaction set my young heart at ease
i used to be black suits and shirts with skinny ties
and they was wise and funny and, funny and wise
staying up late and playing the music with grown ups was my prize
the lickle fat kid with sparkling eyes |
| » Reasons (Saturday Night) « |
(Ft Ian Dury)
Verse 1
(uh uh) it's a Saturday night,
Full crew stepping at the function,
Keith Lawrence is a weapon of mass destruction,
Brixton DJ and he played the funk son ,
A local hero, yo but now he ain't unsung,
Jimmy brought rum, he looking for clean cups,
no snacks here you won't be dancing on peanuts,
strictly hot food, keep you nice and strong,
so you can go on and on and last long,
everytime I hear this song, this song,
I will be played deep brown, the place teared down
dangerous on the door seen it all before,
coats and bags on the floor by the decks,
me next to DJ, I carry the swing,
fellow his eyes are closed as he exercising, ???
everybody move a moving, in a unified swing,
gentle up and down fingertips rolling salsa
Verse 2 -
Mark and Devo in the corner, heading on in by the speaker,
dressed cool never known to freak,
outside by the pool on chairs and bars stools,
are the lovers long term manually discovered,
some for romance, sum in each others pants,
sum debutantes with pool side veterans,
what better than you catch a cross delta,
and grab a kiss with the moon, that's the number whata
food still hot cause your pots still steaming,
Casey screaming, he's not doing the cleaning,
while he's leaning back with a large grin left,
after him party would simply start again,
Verse 3 -
This is how I make the party sway,
Yo I got more styles than Amsterdam got ashtrays,
I blaze in the shadows with my compardres,
Cause I stay close to home where I'm known to praise,
i was raised down south where running your mouth is something my people know all about,
it's a semi professional pastime, gotta get the last line, you know its your shout |
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