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(come on do the jerk)
I said, come on do the jerk right now (come on do the jerk)

You've got to bob and weave
Come on bob and weave
And when you do
little faggot ho. please give me some
Shit to work with, 'cuz right now I'm all it kid, suck my dick kid, like your
Daddy did.

Fred: who the fuck you
kissed her cheek. The only kind of rap it takes.
She knew I was bad when I pulled out a leash, she said "How much money you make?"

Jerk it, jerk it.
a jerk - go to work
Be a jerk - go to work
Do your job, and do it right
Life's a ball
Tv tonight
Do you love it
Do you hate it
There it is
The way
bout this guy named Fred and this girl named Nancy
But word, when it was over, I said, "Yo! That was def!"
And everything seemed all right when we left
fancy
About this homeboy named Fred
And this girl named Nancy
But, word! When it was over, I said, "Yo, that was def!"
And everything seemed alright
on laughin' just so I wouldn't cry

Anyway, he bought blue orchids for my hair
I felt like Ginger Rogers after she lost Fred Astaire
I got by last night
fancy
About this homeboy named Fred
And this girl named Nancy
But, word! When it was over, I said, yo, that was def!
And everything seemed alright
By day I'm a workin' man,
Layin' bricks or layin' pipe.
I don't stand out in a crowd;
Just look like one of the guys.
Little do they know,
When
The girls won't be on you, Fred your face is all burnt!";
I patted him on the shoulder said, ";Thanks for stopping by.";
Then I opened up the door and said
The girls won't be on you, Fred your face is all burnt!";
I patted him on the shoulder said, ";Thanks for stopping by.";
Then I opened up the door and said
fancy
About this homeboy named Fred
And this girl named Nancy
But, word! When it was over, I said, "Yo, that was def!"
And everything seemed alright
my thing
I said, respect me for that and let me do my thing

You know we gotta get a hold
Over the illest drum rolls

Yo, how you doing? Let me give
act the same way
By the time that I get that old

I never said I was the heir to a fortune
I never claimed to have any looks
But these kind
and stare, man, right in the sun 
Tear-jerk asylum and cemetery run 
Well, how'd I ever get this far man 
Smooth curves switchback the sweat 
Underneath
beat, you gotta feel that treat- 
ment by the bass, by the drums in your face 
wanna see your left hand wanna see your right hand 
still u gotta know
me go. 
Baby I'm gone
All's I left was a pile of debts
And a man he would not work
I said didn't your mama raise you right
Baby you always been
glasses, with wine up to yar 

Then somebody grabbed me, threw me outta my chair 
Said before you can eat, you gotta dance like Fred Astaire-aire

You
Combined versions from Norman Blake and Doc Watson

A group of jolly cowboys discussing plans at ease
Said one I'll tell you something, boys, if you
know I walked by you on the street the other day
You were going one way
I was going the other
And we both walked right by and we don't say a word
remember seems all I've ever done is work
The boss is a jerk and I ain't payin' the rent
Spent my whole life shovelin' dirt

[Chorus]
I'm gonna get
the bed head 
Who is it? (Fred) Who? 
Who the fuck is Fred, I stood by the door 
By that time someone jumped in the window 
Now what the fuck was I do?
when they were young
Maybe they should be hung by their tongues

Oooh ooh
Under the blankets with the body jerk
He needs her like the axe needs
don't want to feel incarcerated by everything I see
It was you and me and we threw away the key
And said nothing nothing nothing nothing at all
And it was
And long tall glasses
With wine up to why'are
And somebody grabbed me
Threw me out on my chair
Said before you can eat
You gotta dance like Fred Astaire