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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Brian Transeau
Brian Transeau
DJ
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brian Transeau
Brian Transeau
Composer
Mike Doughty
Mike Doughty
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brian Transeau
Brian Transeau
Producer

Lyrics

I'm just gonna shout this one
I'm just uh, gonna gonna gonna gonna say this to the people
Not so much the people in the audience as the people sitting in my mind
(Duh-dub-duh-duh-dub-dub)
(Donde esta los digits do D.J. Rap?)
Bring the sound to the people in a white truck Bumpin' on the road bumps
Run into a tree stump
Tweeter out the back door
Slam into the dirt lot stopped
With the cable runnin' out the backside
Disco naked (naked, yeah)
And if you had a chance-ah, you wouldn't even stop denying
Go talk to Anna Hand
Go start the multiplyin', ooh
Blah! Red
Green is like a boom to the what's this non'
Diddy on dawn to the don-don, diggy-dawn
Green is like a boom to the what's this non'
Diddy on dawn to the don-don-don, diggy-dawn
Doubt'll be the fire of your delight
But you're never gonna come back down, a half
The pop song on the five
But you're never gonna come back down, to grab
The t-shirt off the line
But you're never gonna come back down, I think she's murderously sly
But you're never gonna come back down
But you're never gonna come back down
But you're never gonna come back down
But you're never gonna come back down
But you're never gonna come back down, yeah
We are here to save the E.R.F., uh, E-R-F, uh
Todd Berry, Todd Berry, I'm gonna pay you on an hourly rate, pay you on an hourly rate, (rate, rate, rate, rate)
Oh, when I woke up, and got on the B.M.T., I saw the boom shuddap, and that's fresh to me
And they were scrawling on the window with wise-ass keys
And they were driving out the lots in their mercury's
Green is like a boom to the what's this non'
Diddy on dawn to the don-don, diggy-dawn
Green is like a boom to the what's this non'
Diddy on dawn to the don-don-don, diggy-dawn, yeah
If you had a chance, ah, you wouldn't even stop denying
Go talk to Anna Hand
Go start the multiplyin'
Doubt'll be the fire of your delight
But you're never gonna come back down, a half
The pop song on the five
But you're never gonna come back down to grab
The t-shirt off the line
But you're never gonna come back down, I think she's murderously sly
But you're never gonna come back down
But you're never gonna come back down
But you're never gonna come back down
But you're never gonna come back down
But you're never gonna come back down
He's the doom slinger, the dope beat stinger, sucker DJ's, they get stopped by a single finger, huh!
He's gonna bubble it up, now
He likes to bubble it up, he likes to bubble it up, he likes to bubble it up, he likes to bubble it up
Mr. BT, Mr. BT, Mr. BT, Mr. BT
Please bring it up, bring it up, bring it up, bring it up
Could you bring it up? Could you bring it up just a little more than that?
Could you bring it up?
Could you bring it up?
Could you bring it up? Just, could you bring it up?
Could you bring it up?
Could you bring it up?
Could you bring it up?
Say hallelujah peoples, say hallelujah oh yes!
Yes, yes, in the name, the name of, in the name, in the name
And it was in my belly bitter
But in my mouth-ah, it was-ah sweeter
Doubt'll be the fire of your delight
But you're never gonna come back down, a half
The pop song on the five
But you're never gonna come back down, to grab
The t-shirt off the line
But you're never gonna come back down, I think she's murderously sly
But you're never gonna come back down
You understand?
You know what I'm saying?
Right on to the people up front
Right to the people in the back
Right on to the bartender
Right on to the waitresses
Right on to the D.J
Right on
Right on to the lady with the beer over there, in the pink skirt
Right on to all them English girls, named, "Charisse"
Fucking blonde English girls, with ghetto names, you know what I'm saying?
I love that shit
And the seven udders uttered
The seven unders thundered
The seven thunders uttered
The seven utters thuddered, thuddered, thuddered, under, thuddered under
The seven thunders uttered
Charisse-ah (ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Fucking excellent, man
That's what I do for a living
Written by: Brian Transeau, Mike Doughty
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