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Hot Rod: Back Seat Movers (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Get Your Groove on: 70s Back Seat Classics (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Back Seat Jams (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Back Seat of Your Cadillac [Single] (C.C. Catch) · Edu & Tom/Tom & Edu (Antonio Carlos Jobim) · Tom Tom Club (Tom Tom Club) · Tom Tom Club (Tom Tom Club) · The Body and Soul of Tom Jones/Tom Jones Sings She's a Lady (Tom Jones) · Tom Tom Club [Deluxe Edition] (Tom Tom Club) · Bop Bop Baby, Vol. 1 (Westlife) – and 90 other albums »


Loop around Sonic
And right back on it
Low gear, drive by
Up and down
That's right

Bob that head
Every Friday night
Got the windows rolled down
The seat
[Chorus]
Bob that head
Every Friday night
Got the windows rolled down
The seat reclined
Givin' everybody that rock on sign
Yeah, turn it up to ten
and Bill smoke a comic spliff
Tom and Jerry built to a moronic riff
[CHORUS]
Sack the actors and the clowns
Back to practice paper rounds
Sweeping
bossin' it don't matter what it's costing
Tossing deuces out the roof, but that coupe
While I ride by, players chucking deuces back
Bobs holl'in out "hi"
You know, situation like this
Sometimes you know you gotta give back to the community
Gotta show these motherfuckers how to wipe them thangs off
drop, people listen to it
To it, to it, to it

Vas-y suce mon flow, vas-y suce mon bob, vas-y suce mon équipe
Vas-y suce mon flow, vas-y suce mon bob
I was driving on the freeway in the fast lane 
With a rabid wolverine in my underwear 
When suddenly a guy behind me in the back seat 
Popped
seat
You are what you eat
So what you eatin
Same message to your mind
Be self defeatin
Sick n tired of bein sick
And tired of bein beaten
Saw em drop it
liberationists and 
Jackie Onassis blowing her nose.
The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb, Francis Scott key, 
Nor sung by glen Campbell, tom Jones,
Tom Jones, Johnny Cash
Englebert Humperdink, or the Rare Earth

The revolution will not be televised

The revolution will not be right back after
of a man
And Texas Bob the cameraman
Is off to fix his seat before the show

Yeah, but where did he go?
To know when your time's up
You flip the glass
seat
You are what you eat
So what you eatin'
Same message to your mind
Be self defeatin'
Sick 'n' tired of bein' sick
And tired of bein' beaten
If shit hits the fan, I Ron Artest niggas
This how I'm living: getting tatted in some house slippers
I like my bitches simple: lay back, relax ya
the ha-ha-lew-lew?
I got the rap loose, so sci-bi-dee-bob-bob, you don't stop
You do the rap-rap, from hip-hop to be-bop, from be-bop
To beep-beep, the Haitian kid,
Alright, before we get it started
Before we did 'smoke two joints', that was Jack from the Toys
And that song 'Rivers Of Babylon'
Was written by
got the seat back
Feet back stay from where the fake be at
Niggas snitch for the shine where the patience at
Nigga make his own brother face his back
the plush back seat

Ridin? shotgun in the Packard to town

With your man, Tom Fisher, one hand on the wheel

The other on your knee now


Sussana Little
Alright, before we get it started
Before we did 'Smoke two joints', that was Jack from the Toys
And that song 'Rivers Of Babylon'
Was written by
to the beat
Two in the front and two hoes in the back seat
and the white pony
On my back are bills staying off my toes always on my heels
Insane, plain, soldiers coming in the dark by plane
To enforce the new system by
and the white pony
On my back are bills staying off my toes always on my heels
Insane, plain, soldiers coming in the dark by plane
To enforce the new system by
City
Ever since I used my man I moved to Jersey
But realistically, God, could of called me early
'Cause I got a big bop I'm wanted by the block
I
the new way of thinkin'
Light up the broccoli kid
Throw the relish in my back pocket
Keep your eyes open
Push your seat back, just flow
That's how we
and the white pony
On my back are bills staying off my toes always on my heels
Insane, plain, soldiers coming in the dark by plane
To enforce the new system by
And it ain't no stopping this
I can't help it I'm an optomist
And Ima make ya head bop to this
And at the end you gon rock to this
Now say my name