Lyrics:
trying to be heard above your noise?
And the lonely voice of youth cries "What is truth?"
A little boy of three sittin' on the floor
Looks up
This is the dawning of a new era
By two o'clock we were Brahms & Liszt
Had to walk her home through area six
This is the dawning of a new era
Sticks
day by day
Ooh-oh-oh
Never hearing what they say
Ooh-ooh
I just do it my way
All I got is these broken clocks
I ain't got no time
Just burning
When my jukebox baby takes the floor
'Round the old jukebox in the candy store
The joint starts jumpin' till the roof comes tumblin' down
When my jukebox baby takes the floor
'Round the old jukebox in the candy store
The joint starts jumpin' till the roof comes tumblin' down
lowered him
By the beam of three work lights
Easy, take it easy
Set him down real slow
He'd been on some rougher trips
me about it
Well, the whole thing started at three o'clock fast
It was all over by quarter past
I was down in the sewer with some little lover
When I
and my mama and me
The clock strikes three and papa jumps to his feet
Already mama's cooking papa something to eat
At half past, papa he's ready to go
From the washer, to the dryer to the sofa
If you're ready, say you're ready, and you'll see
First one's coming by the time you count to three
One,
and my mama and me
The clock strikes three and papa jumps to his feet
Already mama's cooking papa something to eat
At half past, papa he's ready to go
1-2-3 L-O-V-E (love-love yeah)
What's up America and the rest of the World
It's the piedpiper, your music weatherman
It's love-o'clock and we're
impress niggaz who speak to God
We get jams to make a tuna melt
Held down by the BEP, we strictly, new getty
Two-fifty up in front of the mic, so what it
papa and my mama and me
The clock strikes three and papa jumps to his feet
Already mama's cooking papa something to eat
At half past, papa he's ready
Squeezin' like Freddie Foxx, and his two glocks
Rocks don't impress niggas who speak to God
We get jams to make a tuna melt
Held down by the B.E.P, we
(To my lovely baby's door)
But if she needs me bad I can find about 2 or 3 more
(One, two and many more)
One through the basement, to down the hall
down
Floor 7
Been this town
Floor 6
Hometown
Floor 5
Slow it down
Floor 4
Touchdown
Floor 3
Get the crown
Floor 2
Close it down
cnd we don't have
a rolled up note I'm hovering on that line
Three days on a diet of cocaine and wine
And a little weed just to level me sometime
I put the clock in
on the psychiatric couch
He said, "Tell me about it"
Well, the whole thing started at 3 o'clock fast
It was all over by quarter past
I was down in the sewer with
A jam that you love that don't be gettin' no airplay
Strictly for frontin' when you're ridin' around
Twelve o'clock at night with your windows down
I got a sixty-nine Chevy with a three-ninety-six
Fuelie heads and a Hurst on the floor
She's waiting tonight down in the parking lot
Outside
I got a sixty-nine Chevy with a three-ninety-six
Fuelie heads and a Hurst on the floor
She's waiting tonight down in the parking lot
Outside
the mouse ran up the clock.
The clock struck one.
The mouse ran down.
Halloween dickory dock
Halloween dickory dock,
the bird looked at the clock
Hickory Dickory Dock
The cat ran up the clock
The clock struck one
She ran back down!
Hickory Dickory Dock
Tick tock tick meow!
Hickory Dickory Dock
A jam that you love that don't be gettin' no airplay
Strictly for frontin' when you're ridin' around
Twelve o'clock at night with your windows down
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