Lyrics:
Bo Diddley)
Knocked an' knocked 'til her fist got sore (hey Bo Diddley)
When she turned and walked away (hey Bo Diddley)
All I could hear my baby
Bo Diddley)
Knocked an' knocked 'til her fist got sore (hey Bo Diddley)
When she turned and walked away (hey Bo Diddley)
All I could hear my baby
(hey Bo Diddley)
Knocked an' knocked 'til her fist got sore (hey Bo Diddley)
When she turned and walked away (hey Bo Diddley)
All I could hear my
alone
They know what they're doin'
They ain't runnin' away
Uncle John said, "Tell Aunt Mary
I got nothing to say"
(And she say:)
Hey now!
Hey
Sunday (oh)
'Cause that's my fun day (oh)
My "I don't have to run" day
It's just another manic Monday
Have to catch an early train
Got to be to work
no, no
No, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no
Hey, ya, hey
Sweet passing waters that run away, ah-huh
I was caught up by a wave that
Took my breath
can't look away
Hey Hey
Hey Hey Hey
Hey Hey
I can't look away
Hey Hey
Hey Hey Hey
Hey Hey
I can't look away
Hey Hey
Hey Hey Hey
Hey Hey
I can't look
breezy, this loud just got me hot (Roll up)
Best believe you take a hit that shxt’ll get you high (Wouh!)
Now roll up one and you all welcome to the life,
poor heart is sentimental it's
Not made of wood
I got it bad and that ain't good
So you see on Monday nights
I just go out and drink and drink
But when
(woo)
I do my thang with the weight (ha)
Under the floor, got a safe (hey)
Money, money, money, money, money, money, money
I could never ever, ever
box"
"Okay, hey, yo Nick'"
"Yo?"
"Yeah, shorty out here want want, um, a number three"
"Oh, aight, tell him to come around to my window, I got him,
he lookin so good
Get my name and number said I wish that it would
He's the kinda dude whos goes flat on his own
Got me trippin, you should throw me
Hey
Hey
Hey you
Hey
Hey hey You
Hey
Hey
Hey you
Hey
Hey hey You
Hey are you listening hey
Hey you I've got something to say
Hey are you listening hey
up
I like the way you work it
No diggity (no diggity), I got to bag it up, bag it up
She's got class and style
Street knowledge by the pound
people that have the bees in the backyard. Yeah. Anybody got a bee neighbor? I don't mean a couple of bees. Yeah. Not a few bees flying around. I mean
on tuggin', you pullin' away (hey, hey, hey, hey, yeah, yeah)
I keep on pullin, you pushin' away (hey, hey, hey, hey, yeah)
I keep on tuggin', you pullin'
(ah, miss)
I feared you'd never come (marry me, marry me, miss)
That you'd been called away (oh, marry me Monday!)
That you'd been killed (favor me,
to me (ain't nothin')
Flyin' foreign cars, that ain't nothin' to me
That ain't nothin' to me (I'm stuntin', yeah)
Stuntin' ain't nothing to me (Uncle
said, ooh, I'm blinded by the lights
No, I can't sleep until I feel your touch
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
I said, ooh, I'm blinded by the lights
go?
Well, if you don't have the answer, why you still standing here?
Hey, hey, hey, hey, just walk away
Just walk away, just walk away
I want
a bet that I was goin' to get ya
Ruby, Ruby, Ruby will you be mine?
Hear me talkin', in time, now, hey
Hey-hey
Hey-hey
Hey-hey
Hey-hey
Hey-hey
Hey-hey
a bet that I was goin' to get ya
Ruby, Ruby, Ruby will you be mine?
Hear me talkin', in time, now, hey
Hey-hey
Hey-hey
Hey-hey
Hey-hey
Hey-hey
Hey-hey
yeah, just shut up, let me go (hey, hey, hey)
Huh, riding in that, big lil' ass Tonka truck
Riding 'round with these bust-down watches on me, I got my
on a Monday
I'm fucking that bitch by the Tuesday
And all these niggas be stealing my swag
I'm giving my love but I'm getting a bag
I got the riches from rags
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