Me & Mr Jones (Live From Shepherd’s Bush Empire, London, 2007)

Nobody stands in between me and my man

It's me and Mr. Jones

Me and Mr. Jones

What kind of fuckery is this?

You made me miss the Slick Rick gig

Oh, Slick Rick

You thought I didn't love you when I did

When I did

Can't believe you played me out like that

No, you ain't worth guest list

Plus one of all them girls you kiss

All them girls

You can't keep lying to yourself like this

To yourself

Can't believe you played yourself like this

Out

Rulers one thing, but come Brixton

Nobody stands in between me and my man

'Cause it's me and Mr. Jones

Me and Mr. Jones

What kind of fuckery are we?

Nowadays you don't mean dick to me

Don't mean dick

I might let you make it up to me

Make it up

Yeah, baby, who's playing Saturday?

What kind of fuckery are you?

Beside from Ray Ray you're my best black Jew

Best black Jew

Thought I could swear that we were through

We were through

I still wonder 'bout the things you do

Mr. Destiny, nine and fourteen

Nobody stands in between me and my man

'Cause it's me and Mr. Jones

Oh, yeah, oh-oh-oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh

Me and Mr. Jones

Thank you

Um, uh!

Alright, this, uh, this really is the last one, that we, uh, that we gonna do tonight

There we go! We have a winner

Fuckin' hell, alright, go on, baby