Lyrics:
feelin' funky come and take a seat
[chorus - both:]
Dance trance trolley swervin' out of the lines
All you need is a tune and a few clever rhymes
Come
on a trolley line
Now the voodoo hoodoo sure feels strange
Sticking like a needle right into my brain
I'm almost home with a mojo hand
But right about
like Robert Oppenheim
My veins run through the city like trolley lines
The culture haunted by the dollar sign
the trolley line
Wild eyed you're still flying
A little less and a little more
In the middle ground is still miles away
So hold me close don't let me go
of the green-line trolley cars and skyscrapers
Surround my senses diminishing this version of my imagination
I will remember this
The silence and the night time
I
to the trolley station
Blue line, couple stops to our destination
It was junior year in high
School we took zero period
I wake up and smoke a bowl
Before my bowl
like I'm a card machine
I'll climb in your trolley
I wanna skip the line
I wanna stay inside
I wanna Checkers, sixty, sixty-nine
I wanna skip the line
I
Henry Allen drives a trolley
On the Chattanooga line
Taking tourists up and down the yard
His hat says lucky number nine
He tells me I'm the chosen
to filth and form bus
And trolley off the track and line lunch time whistles stop the
Workers but not the troubador's crime the pub patrons spend
Their
als Kind gelauscht, Cappadonna Milk Discount (Word)
Ich leg' Sky Marshals drei Nasen gelbe Lines
Auf Trolleys von Samsonite
Abderrahim, ganz locker,
Me with my high starched collar and my high-top shoes
Hair piled high upon my head
I went to lose a jolly hour on a trolley
Lost my heart instead
With my high starched-collar and my high-topped shoes
And my hair piled high upon my head
I went to lose a jolly hour on the trolley
And lost my
With my high starched-collar and my high-topped shoes
And my hair piled high upon my head
I went to lose a jolly hour on the trolley
And lost my
With my high starched-collar and my high-topped shoes
And my hair piled high upon my head
I went to lose a jolly hour on the trolley
And lost my
Me with my high starched collar and my high-top shoes
Hair piled high upon my head
I went to lose a jolly hour on a trolley
Lost my heart instead
Kousevit'sky (8) in line
I'd reprimand the Dorsey Band
Right on the Stand
'Cause Annie's cousin Fanny was a sweetie
(9) of mine
I've golfed with Lee Trevino
Won
With my high starched-collar and my high-topped shoes
And my hair piled high upon my head
I went to lose a jolly hour on the trolley
And lost my
With her high starched collar and her high topped shoes
And her hair piled high upon her head
She went to find a jolly hour on the trolley
murdered
My shopping trolley murdered, my groceries just gone!
I don't like it, when you turn my voice about
I don't like it, when you vote one nation out
With my high-starched collar and my high-top shoes
And my hair piled high upon my head
She went to find a jolly hour on the trolley and lost my
With my high-starched collar and my high-top shoes
And my hair piled high upon my head
She went to find a jolly hour on the trolley and lost my
hundred over-dressed strangers
Brushing snow off coats and shoulders
Kicking snow off dress shoe feet
Chorus:
You live six miles down this trolley
couldn't eat and it was not Ramadan
Niggas asking for a cut, they just way out of line
Hoe, this ain't no Ford, this a Maserati (Thugger)
This not
the weight of the mass then go back building
Bodies on bodies
Trolley after trolley
Life becomes worthless when death's the new hobby
Peace up in the lobby
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