Lyrics:
and
Witch doctors aren't just in
Africa if you look
In the LA papers of a Sunday morning
You'll see the local variety
Advertising their wares
Like suit's with
that you want to be
The views from the lake and smell of the Steak
Relax and make a memory
Eddie's the Rock and Turk is the Glue
John is our guide for
the Lord, the Fisher-Man
That's why I trust the Lord, the Fisher-Man
You don't have to be rich to appreciate wealth
Like you don't have to be sick
I know he don't know you baby like I do
One day he'll leave you girl lost and lonely
I hear whatchu sayin' I apologize
Just give me one last chance
and the queen went
Back to the green
But you can never go back
There again
Brenda and Eddie had had it
Already by the summer of '75
From the high
the king and the queen went
Back to the green
But you can never go back
There again
Brenda and Eddie had had it
Already by the summer of '75
From
a reputation that was really to be honest mundane
Just to get it shot down and burnt up from the everlasting flame
To be the best of the best and undisputed
to face
A bottle of red, a bottle of white
It all depends upon your appetite
I'll meet you any time you want
In our Italian Restaurant
Things are okay with
Ayo
Get the tostones off the stove
I gotta get to work
Uh, It's Jae
Uh
These rappers couldn’t fuck with me
I was wyling, you was watching Disney
Eddie went to the USA to learn the ropes
Being taught by the best wrestlers from coast to coast
Mastered all the moves on his path to be a man
His
you can't judge a book by the cover
You got to read between the lines
Where have you gone, Betty Crocker?
Come back, Brigitte Bardot, Eddie was in for
Dad just mumbles, "There goes my girlie son acting up again"
How could you be my kid
Mom knows I'm faking it
But she understands what'll happen
Guy Eddie
Eddie, Eddie, Eddie
We're just lowdown criminals, trying to get our pay
Why are we so shiesty because we need to be
We're just lowdown
wash jeans and an acid wash brain to boot
My friend Eddie can’t deal with the authority
And he’ll be fucking damned if he gives you a good excuse
My
you just another thrill
Then along came Eddie Jefferson
He sang the melody like Hawkins played it
He sang it true
He sang it blue
Made words for
you just another thrill
Then along came Eddie Jefferson
He sang the melody like Hawkins played it
He sang it true
He sang it blue
Made words for
you just another thrill
Then along came Eddie Jefferson
He sang the melody like Hawkins played it
He sang it true
He sang it blue
Made words for
Don't you know, he was the king of saxophones
Yes indeed he was
Talkin' 'bout the guy that made it sound so good
Some people knew him by the Bean
You can try
Said you gonna wait, just another lie
Seeming like
You might be in love by the second night
Get my vision right
Would you be awake?
you just another thrill
Then along came Eddie Jefferson
He sang the melody like Hawkins played it
He sang it true
He sang it blue
Made words for
you just another thrill
Then along came Eddie Jefferson
He sang the melody like Hawkins played it
He sang it true
He sang it blue
Made words for
(Ughh)
All 10 on the floor, might doubt the kid but you can’t doubt the flow
Old school the ride match with two-tone
Maybe all black Eddie Winslow
Eddie
ready
Keep some killers by my side and some riders by the telli
I'm ready to do now, who now, you now
Eddie wasn't ready when they drew that, booyow
EDDIE'S BANJO
written by Doug Moreland, ASCAP (composer/author and publisher)
Eddie played the banjo in a bluegrass band
His working man hands could
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