Lyrics:
Well, I'ma write this letter
Gonna mail it to my local DJ
It's the jamminest record
I want my jockey to play
Roll over Beethoven, I gotta hear
father well contented
And he gazing at his daughter
And it's there you'll see the jockeys
And they mounted on so stably
The pink, the blue,
I'm gonna write a little letter,
Gonna mail it to my local DJ.
Oh hey it's a jumpin' little record
I want my jockey to play.
Roll over Beethoven,
on your lap
Must you ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, yap, yap, yap
Forward passes, second baggers, or a jockey who is hot.
Or boxing, or hockey,
like your jockey. Quiet)
I hear this country's where they do the dance of the seven veils
We'd tell you more (uh-ah) but we would have the censor
lost the bloomin' jockey!
(lilting, followed by verse-long fiddle and whistle break)
Now of all the places I have seen from China to the Caribbean,
As the moon slips up, and the sun sets down,
I'm a highrise jockey, and I'm heaven-bound.
Do the workboot shuffle, loose brains from brawn.
I'm
coming from
Listen to my rap
Turn your record
Player down real low
Brother jockey
Turn yours down too
You know that
I'm only human
And if you
on your lap
Must you ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, yap, yap, yap
Forward passes, second baggers, or a jockey who is hot.
Or boxing, or hockey,
I'm gonna write a little letter,
Gonna mail it to my local DJ.
It's a rockin' rhythm record
I want my jockey to play.
Roll over Beethoven, I
that leaves ya real shook is the look of love
I've seen the look of a jockey on a winner
I've seen the look of a fat man havin' dinner
I've seen
I'm gonna write a little letter,
Gonna mail it to my local DJ.
Oh hey it's a jumpin' little record
I want my jockey to play.
Roll over Beethoven,
I'm gonna write a little letter,
Gonna mail it to my local DJ.
Oh hey it's a jumpin' little record
I want my jockey to play.
Roll over Beethoven,
legendary
Hacía falta pa' encender el party
Ella anda sin jockey, dijo Daddy
Y yo ando suelto, como animal en safari
Si no e' en la G-Wagon, en la Ferrari
with my nuts shaved
It's Sway and Tech, two disk jockeys
Breakin' so many friggin' needles, I wonder if they inject
Lo and behold, better than
talk about the cars y'all got
You say you got a lotta whips, well I got a lot
I got the right to be cocky
Get so much cut disc jockeys jock me
You
talk about the cars y'all got
You say you got a lotta whips, well I got a lot
I got the right to be cocky
Get so much cut disc jockeys jock me
You
player, placed his mutated member in her slithering slit." Ha ha ha! Ooh...
[Mark:]: Or race horse jockeys. There is no reason why you or your loved ones
me a pack
On the beach, I'm up and down, women jocking my ride
300 horses in this bitch, need a jockey inside
False floors for firearms is how you
of the line (I like your jockey. Quiet)
I hear this country's where they do the dance of the seven veils
We'd tell you more (uh-ah) but we would have
dick Stat beat up the box like hockey
Especially when a bitch ride dick like jockeys
From the Benz, to the Range, to the black jalopy
I'm the shit,
like your jockey. Quiet)
I hear this country's where they do the dance of the seven veils
We'd tell you more (uh-ah) but we would have the censor
on your lap
Must you ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, yap, yap, yap
Forward passes, second baggers, or a jockey who is hot.
Or boxing, or hockey,
of the line (I like your jockey. Quiet)
I hear this country's where they do the dance of the seven veils
We'd tell you more (uh-ah) but we would have
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