Lyrics:
I cock back at bust in the air
Give me space beats with plenty bass drink my hennessey straight
'til I hurl out third world clout I'll take niggas
This is the third of June, 1988
A highly unimportant day
Some airplane gliding into one of the bigger clouds over Manhattan
In a downtown far
attached
We shut 'em up and then we shut 'em down
Tonight, tonight the strip's just right
I want to blow 'em off in my first heat
Summer's here
I'm scared of the things I think of
when night comes along.
Something gets hold of me.
Something I can't never see.
Oh, it's a wicked world
attached
We shut 'em up and then we shut 'em down
Tonight, tonight the strip's just right
I want to blow 'em off in my first heat
Summer's here
You can feel the heat when the night is gone
You been burnt by the midnight sun
When you look for relief but you can't find none
You been burnt by
weak production
Pumping corruption in the third world we just busting
Hold up and analyze the wildcats slang cracks
They swing an axe, the new routines,
Don't let them fool you we ain't different than the youth in Asia
Africa and Europe, it's a small world we truly neighbors
If they the third world then
to man
Livin' for the ...
Small town hot summer nights
Radio 'bout to blow
Top down under the lights
Feel the heat, wild and sweet
Hot summer
all once more
Push the button
Light up the heavens for a third world war
Turn on on the lights
Stand by cameras
Watch the ratings soar
Push the button
in
Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,
Bird fly high by the light of the moon,
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman
It's a shadowy world, skies are
Words and music by Arlo Guthrie
I remember when I met you
Underneath the evening sky
Now it seems I could forget you
Rescue me, I'm bound to die
of time 'til night comes steppin' in.
Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,
Bird fly high by the light of the moon,
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.
It's
Marching our way through the crypts of the dead
Taking his land by command
Killing our victims and taking no slaves
Hitler's final third reich
It was late in a Lebanese restaurant,
In the heat of a Lebanese night,
There was dancing, people were singing,
She came in from the garden
Getting up in one another's face
Chorus:
Welcome to this world this crazy crazy world
Welcome to this world my crazy crazy world
My brother-in-law
(Stranger, stranger, stranger, stranger)
It's hot here at night, lonely, black and quiet
On a hot summer night
Don't be afraid of the world we
How about the Butthole Surfers and Frank Zappa
Aunt Bea, Big Drill Car, Bert Suzanka
And all the Ziggens' around the world
To Jack, the third
down the village
The head honcho, starin out the third story window
Of my Beverly Hills condo
Two long-ass Heats, I call 'em Shaq and Alonzo
You niggas
(Stranger, stranger, stranger, stranger)
It's hot here at night, lonely, black and quiet
On a hot summer night
Don't be afraid of the world we
the world's a sunny day, oh yeah
I got a Nikon camera
I love to take a photograph
So Mama don't take my Kodachrome away
If you took all the girls I knew
Yo, ain't no need of stoppin', girl
Yeah, there ain't no need of stoppin', girl
Yeah, OK
Met you out on Broadway on the hottest night in town
How about the Butthole Surfers and Frank Zappa
Aunt Bea, Big Drill Car, Bert Suzanka
And all the Ziggens' around the world
To Jack, the third
behind
Ran that trick hit the D
Fuckety-fuck with the hennessy
Leavin' that third, need reserve
Droppin' on the curve to by to my (?)
See by a chance
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