Lyrics:
It's SEA CRUISE...by Frankie Ford, later covered by Herman's Hermits
Old man rhythm is in my shoes
No use t'sittin' and a'singin' the blues
So be
the back call me a backstabber
Youll with the straight talk all
I hear is the blabber
You ain’t putting in work boi
You is a slacker i’ll take yo bitch from
woogie's got me like a knife in a back
I said be my guest you got nothing to loose
Won't you let me take you on a sea cruise
I said
Huey Huey babe, Huey
a trouble man)
I guess he had fun, to some people fun is a drag
Gathers lady had to hitch a ride
(She's a trouble lady, to a trouble man)
She got picked up by
grandmama baby
If this Sunday dinner, my hand on her gravy
I been on the craziest wave, if I'm on the stage
An M is my minimum wage
This ain't no kennel,
To the pony that you love the best
There's a medicine at the gate
And a number on your back
And this world is all jacked up like a Cadillac
Painted by
gone, no bluffin'
Talkin' crazy, I could tell he on that coke, David Ruffin
We go back and forth spazzin', Jeff and Lita
I can tell these niggas all
her pistol go
Scoop back tees, breeze in the coupe
Smiling is your treasure, you're so well put together
I see bags and rings, jeans and shoes
the evening sniffing pots of glue
I'm a bitch, I'm a bitch
Oh the bitch is back
Stone cold sober as a matter of fact
I can bitch, I can bitch
'Cause I'm
place down the road
Kinda out in the sticks
But we can be back by six
And never leave our area code
Well geography wasn't her strong point
She'd
pass by, can't hold back tears inside
'Cause Lord knows, for years I tried
And all the other people on my block hate your guts
Then you wonder why
of history
A man turns his back on the comforts of home
The Monument Valley to ride off alone
And when the dust all settles and the story is told
History
her pistol go
Scoop back tees, breeze in the coupe
Smiling is your treasure, you're so well put together
I see bags and rings, jeans and shoes
Wearin' Barkleys, I just parked the 740 by a palm tree (that's real shit)
Stuck to the plan from out the sand, get rich and share it
When you a dope boy,
Ford cars go by
Now on Saturday night the white folks danced and ol' Coot he'd pick and sing
He had an old RC bottle neck that he'd slide up and down
to do mean time when rivals come?
Hide that son of a bitch in the glove box or inside the trunk
Now back to what my three bullet theory was
I'm
back in '94, like right before Ms. Everlast was Whitey Ford
Before his heart attack had him on life support
When House of Pain was outta fame like
they catch clips
Forever money over bitch, we'll never caught snick considered licked
[E-40:]
Hell yeah, ay
See that's what I'm sayin' that shit is
love rock and roll
Put on the Ramones or Lita Ford of course yeah
I just want to be well
Put on some Jill Scott
I love some R&B
Bring in Ella
You know
you know what time it is
I shank a nigga in a minute
Abiding rules of the pen
I adapt quick, don't take shit from no nigga
Hittin' pushups by the g's
I want
Girl is you
If Ford is to Chevrolet
What Dodge is to Chrysler
What Corn Flakes are to Post Toasties
What the clear blue sky is
hey, park that Deere
Come out and play, kick that tire
Wipe my perspire
'Cause my whole life is hey
Growin' like wheat
Stick out your teeth
Playin'
sees me
Now is it worth it? Look at my life, how is it perfect?
Read my lips bitch, what, my mouth isn't working?
You hear this finger? Oh, it's
gon' drop you in the back and slide
That's yo weed, all the cash is mine
I took 'em both to the spot plus your phone 'til you back online
.jpg/200px-Lita_Ford_at_Jones_Beach_2012_01_(cropped).jpg "Lita Ford")
.jpg/200px-Lita_July_2017_(cropped).jpg "Lita")
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