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the Second Street bridge
Was drowned by the three o'clock chime
But the clock of St. James looking down through the rain
Knows I committed a crime.

Clock
action)
Jump up & down & he say:
Wooo-hoo-hee-hee-hoo-hoo...
Which is Harry-Ape talk for "Boo, I betcha I scared you, ha ha!"

Waaa!  Scared that poor
Apache, jump on it, jump on it, wowowowowowowowowo!
A-hunga-hunga-hunga-hunga

I'm Big Bank, I am the Chief
I got a lot of raps but I'll be real
I never
Apache, jump on it, jump on it, woo-woo-woo-woo!
A-hunga-hunga-hunga-hunga

I'm Big Bank, I am the chief
I got a lot of raps but I'll be brief
I never
Townes Van Zandt, Zeppelin, Lynyrd Skynyrd
Harry Chapin, Guy Clark and Van Halen
I got Rita, Kris, Keith Sykes and Country Joe when he was singin' with
and the democrats would gloat 
But they're all amazed when Rutherford Hayes 
Wins by just one vote 

D:James Garfield, someone really hated 
Cause he was
So round, so firm, so fully packed, that's my gal
So complete, front to back, that's my pal
Toasted by the sun and I'm a son of a gun
She don't
So round, so firm, so fully packed, that's my gal
So complete front to back, that's my pal
Toasted by the sun and I'm a son of a gun
If she don't
Written by James Young
Lead vocals by James Young

yeah

eight days a week with my baby at home
and you know that she's my tender honey

baby
So round, so firm, so fully packed, that's my gal
So complete, front to back, that's my pal
Toasted by the sun and I'm a son of a gun
She don't
medallion flashin 

(Son, talk your jewels 'fore you jump in the pool) 

Aight, do', I stay blacked out by the leaf 

'cause I eat to live, not live
Riding north on Interstate 75
With a nervous fading beauty sitting by his side
And the pistol that he used to pave the way
Down the long black
it's sunnin' when there's rain
I jump by leaps and bounds, just call my name

What's that you're saying?
Girl I like the way you talk to me
What's that
lit up by the coke machine

There's jump rope for the younger ones
And those who work and play with guns
One is working on his right
To kill
people waitin for me
And you scared to jump a little fuckin fourteen stories?
The fuckin nerve of you (I'm sorry Harry!)
It's too late, I hate you,
smoking no beer sold after 12 o'clock
Rosedale Mississippi Magic City Juke Joint
Mr Johnson sings over in a corner by the bar
Sold his soul to the devil
smoking no beer sold after 12 o'clock
Rosedale Mississippi Magic City Juke Joint
Mr Johnson sings over in a corner by the bar
Sold his soul to the devil
terminatin' my contract
For wearing those old pair of wack
Reebok low tops covered up by floppy socks
Gave me a jump shot before I got jumped and shot
[lyrics by Harry Conklin]

Town clock echo splits the night,
The witching hour moves even closer to the brink of time that is at hand.
Sound of heels
Now everybody's out to get me
I'm glad to say

Chorus: Rick James
Glad to say that I really missed your sexy way
Here I am girl, back in you again
medallion flashin 

(Son, talk your jewels 'fore you jump in the pool) 

Aight, do', I stay blacked out by the leaf 

'cause I eat to live, not live
It was on a Tuesday afternoon
Josie was one of those easy girls who had wide eyes
And she was drawn in by the incense at the mission room bar
You
needs a break,
Climb a mountain or jump in a lake.
Some head off to exotic places,
Others go to the Galway Races.
Mattie goes to the South of France,
yet they callin' me they nigga
Should I get the A.K. and jump like Jack
Or should I just reanimate the mothafuckin' Fac
My name is Spice 1, but I be
Suddenly I feel like I want to break loose
Jump in my six and come and see you
Girl I'm gonna do something that's brand new
'Cause I got a kinky