Lyrics:
Vaughn monroe and his orchestra
Vocal by marilyn duke
Honey dear, if I were you
And if you were me
Honey dear, if I were you
I'd fall in love
they marry dukes and earls
I hate California girls
They ain't broke, so they put on airs,
the faux folks sans derrières
They breathe coke and have
Vaughn Monroe and his orchestra
Unnamed female vocalist. most likely
Marilyn duke who was still vocalist with the band
When this song was
tonky Daisy Dukes
We love the low hanging fruit.
Because the high class is not gonna fuck me
But that low class fruit is sweet chunky monkey
When
the pipe, aw, damn
Like the saying goes, you gotta call and duke it off
Ask Juanito, he'll tell you all about it
Gettin' blind in the mind, two hits
get me
Get me out of here
I went down to the Duke ten times a day
I'm gonna get me outta here
Drink all night and talking shit all day
I'm gonna
The duke of puzzles, that's me
Servingeth the king obediently
Mine hobbies includeth long walks
In the dungeon
And calligraphyest too, for fungeon
Shut up!
the bottle, i just hit the throttle
(that’s who i am)
Even off the juice, i can throw them dukes
(what’s the plan)
I been knocking bitches whenever i can
gon' kill it too
Call Duke, we gon' shoot
Yea, Thugger took it too
Livin' bulletproof, if I was you I would be mad too
Good shooter, I'm a good
And they soundin' sharp
The bass play the brass
The chub play the tub
The fluke is the duke of soul
(Yeah)
The ray he can play
The lings on the strings
a duke
Fellini was a scientist, Dante was a thug
Buddha was a cowboy, Amelia was a stud
Einstein was a psychic, Stalin was a hick
Marilyn was Marilyn,
there huddled in a pack
Wreaking deadly havoc on mankind
I fall in my deepest sleep
To meet the evil Asteroth
His title is the grand duke of hell
I
Believed that these were the guys
Okay, so, Mark, Howie, ian Underwood on
Keyboards, Aynsley Dunbar on drums
George Duke on electric piano and organ
And Jeff
aye Duke Deuce
What the fuck these niggas talkin' 'bout man?
aye they got us fucked up
Y-R-N
Money, paper, racks, cash, blue hunnids, guapanese
As I walk through this world
Nothing can stop the Duke of Earl
And if you follow me faithfully
I will promise you peace in heaven above
I tell
Lauper
I hope you don't front, duke a meet your baby mother
I fuck your bitch more than you and you her baby father
My passport pregnant, niggas call me
niggas, I don't know
Yeah
Anyway I'm up in the motherfucking spot, so boom I'm up in the pussy, whatever whatever
I sparks up some lye, Pop Duke creeps
get me
Get me out of here
I went down to the Duke ten times a day
I'm gonna get me outta here
Drink all night and talking shit all day
I'm gonna
knives and eat
You with a steak sauce
If you knowing what's good, Duke
You better break North
Or we fuck up your money and
Cut your my cake off, bitch
Jump
niggas, I don't know
Yeah
Anyway I'm up in the motherfucking spot, so boom I'm up in the pussy, whatever whatever
I sparks up some lye, Pop Duke creeps
to the core
The Grand Duke was dancing a foxtrot with me
When suddenly Cyril screamed “Fiddledidee”
And ripped off his trousers and jumped in the sea
I
Is that Shoki on the beat?
It's time to kick ass and chew bubble gum
And I'm all outta gum
Choppa drummin' and it got him doin' back flips
Duke
Duke duke of Earl
ShyTown, Atlantic City,
Vegas and Reno
We Latino Gambinos
And we breakin Casinos
(SPM)
It's the SPM, a.k.a. Caro Quintero
Just me
on bass
George Duke on keyboards
Alright now
Let me get myself tuned up and then
We'll do a suave program for you
Hi, Frank!
Hi!
Alright well, Ian's
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