Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Steriogram
Performer
Rob Brill
Programming
Jason Mariani
Programming
David Kahne
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
T. Youngson
Composer
Jared Wrennal
Composer
Jacob Adams
Composer
Tyson Kennedy
Composer
Brad Carter
Composer
Jake Adams
Writer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joe Barresi
Engineer
Mike Gibson
Engineer
Kevin Mills
Assistant Recording Engineer
Darrell Thorp
Assistant Recording Engineer
B. Vibberts
Assistant Recording Engineer
Jack Joseph Puig
Mixing Engineer
David Kahne
Producer
Lyrics
One, two, three, four
Well, you're walkin' and a talkin' and a movin' and a groovin'
And a hippin' and a hoppin' and a pickin' and a boppin'
Those bods are being bad, you better take a stand
You gonna wake up that thing in your hand
You're looking all around, there is trouble to be found
Make sure when you find it you get to say it loud
Gotta code three, need back up
Bring me my bright pink floral jacket
He's fat and he don't run too fast (well, you're walkin' and a talkin')
But he's faster than me (you're my walkie-talkie man)
Last night at the show we saw him (well, you're walkin' and a talkin')
Going out of his tree (go! Go! Go!)
Well, you're walkin' and a talkin' and a freakin' and a yellin'
And a bossin' and a speakin' and a lookin' and a pointin'
Always tell us what to do with your high top shoes
And you wave your torch with your black short shorts
Don't let 'em get away
Don't think they can play nail 'em to the wall
'Cause you really need to say
Gotta code three need back up
Bring me my bright pink floral jacket
He's fat and he don't run too fast (well, you're walkin' and a talkin')
But he's faster than me (you're my walkie-talkie man)
Last night at the show we saw him (well, you're walkin' and a talkin')
Going out of his tree (just the drums!)
He's fat and he don't run too fast but he's faster than me
Last night at the show we saw him going out of his tree
He's fat and he don't run too fast but he's faster than me
Last night at the show we saw him going out of his tree
He's a walkie-talkie man!
Well, you're walkin' and a talkin' and a movin' and a groovin'
And a hippin' and a hoppin' and a pickin' and a boppin'
Those bods are being bad, you better take a stand
You gonna wake up that thing in your hand
You're looking all around, there is trouble to be found
Make sure when you find it you get to say it loud
Gotta code three, need back up
Bring me my bright pink floral jacket
Writer(s): Jake Adams, Brad Carter, Tyson Kennedy, Jared Wrennall, Tim Youngson
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