Lyrics:
Please give it up for Larry and Laurent, Les Twins
Please give it up for my incredible background singers
Please give it up for my beautiful orchestra
and listen to me
Orchestra, will you please go home?
Alvin, stop leading that orchestra
Alvin, Alvin
Off with his dreads, keep the mag' in my clothes
I'm trying, real good, the semi' got loud up
You can die in your hood, like Kenny from South Park
Uncle Larry's hooked on ice again
He seems to be stuck in the 80's
He wears his "members only" jacket
'Cause he thinks it turns on all
Well, well, well, well
I looked over yonder and what I see seems like a chariot coming after me
Swing low, sweet chariot, coming to carry me home
good that time!
Say, do you remember when I broke in Larry's house
Late at night and tied his mouth with a rag
Then I dragged him by his ankles
Larry: "tras un raton."
Bob: "chasing a mouse."
Larry: "Miren al pepino"
Bob: "Watch the cucumber"
Larry: "sus suaves movimientos"
Bob: "Oh, how smooth his
Swing high, swing low, upon the trapeze
At first you'll fall, but then
A year from now you'll do it with ease
Over and over and over again
A star
P!
Real artists
Fake artists
Hot artists
Wack artists
Hard artists
Soft artists
I'm addressing all artists
I'm a prisoner, a slave to this
home his drums
I was vaccinated with a victrolla needle
And I'm hooked on rock and roll
They called the family doctor to see what he could do
Doc
till I shake his hand
Rock me lord, rock me lord
Calm and easy
I've got a home on the other side
Why don't you swing down sweet chariot
Stop
a - stubborn streak
And by the way, if you hate to go to school
You may grow up to be a mule
Would you like to swing on a star
Carry moonbeams home in
swing batter batter, swing batter batter, swing
Swing it now
Everybody strikes out nine times out of ten
But you got to step up to the plate son
Karens got a new job
Working 8 to 8
Picking up the slack
Cause Larry doesnt pay
Karen punched the clock at 7:58
Because Larry's never home
Oh Mr. Crosby, (Yeah) Oh Mr. Crosby (Ask me son)
All the orchestras are swinging it today
And I wanted to find out what the noise is all about
Do
, having just finished his morning
Bath, is searching for his hairbrush. Having no success, Larry cries out"
Larry: "Oh, where is my hairbrush? Oh where is
low, swing low chariot
Comin' for to carry me home
Oh oh oh, swing low, sweet chariot
Comin' for to carry me home
Sometimes I'm up, sometimes I'm
Who's that coming down the street?
Good old organ grinder Pete
He's the latest rhythm king
With his organ grinder's swing
Dadya, Pa swings it, so
His mind is up his sleeve
And his talk is make believe
Oh, Lord, the man's a fraud
He's a flim flam man
He's an artist
He's a flim flam man
He's
swing batter batter, swing batter batter, swing
Swing it now
Everybody strikes out nine times out of ten
But you got to step up to the plate son
it's early in the morning
Manhattan babies don't sleep tight until the dawn:
Good night, baby
Good night, milkman's on his way
Sleep tight, baby
and salute him when his birthday comes
For Halloween, buy him a trumpet and for Christmas, buy him a gun
He's got everything he needs, he's an artist
Swing low, sweet chariot
Coming for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot
Coming for to carry me home
Looked over Jordan what do I'd see
Coming
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