Lyrics:
a little ill when I saw all those pictures
Of the jockeys that were there before me
Believe it or not I started to worry
I wondered if I had enough class
To any record any jockey can play
She's a hip shakin' grandma
Hip, hip, hip hooray
Well, shake it one time for me, grams
Shake it, please don't
of deplorable rubbish imaginable
Mangled-up in tangled-up knots!
You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch!
With a nauseous super naus!
You're a crooked jerky jockey
If you want to dance with me
If you want to dance with me
Way down south they gave a jubilee
The jockey folks they had a jamboree
They're
of deplorable rubbish imaginable,
Mangled up in tangled up knots.
You nauseate me, Mr Grinch
With a nauseous super nos
You're a crooked jerky jockey and,
nothin' at all
If everybody says you're a little to short
Go out and get yourself a big ol' horse
You can be a jockey if you got no fear
You can make
years ago
And there's some songs that kinda hang around
And you remember them from time to time
And I'm so grateful to the disc jockeys of America
Because
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 gotta
Okay me jump on the riddim and ah ride it like a champion Jockey
Like how me jump on di gyal name Jackie and gi' her di champion cocky
Ah di champion
If everybody says you're a little to short
Go out and get yourself a big ol' horse
You can be a jockey if you got no fear
You can make 47 million
of the jockeys that were there before me
believe it or not
i started to worry
i wondered if i had enough class
but it was saturday night,
i guess that makes it all
your ponytail
Lurk all over and through you, baby
Until we reach the stream
You'll be on my jockey team
If you're horny, let's do it
Ride it, my
Riverside
And out of state plates running a little late
But the sailors jockey for the fast lane
So 101 don't miss it
There's rolling hills and concrete
jockey" friends - of whom I have none,
In order to get a song popular by christmas time, you have to start plugging it well in advance. so here goes. it
And niggaz out there know just what I mean
I ride the beat like a jockey
Short and stocky
Never sloppy
The honeys want to clock and knock me
It don't
shit last year
Super Cocky Disc Jockey used
To fight like Rockey i'll Apollo Creed
Make you bleed if you mock me
Checkin' niggas on Twitter who want
and bags from Chanel (Uh)
Issey Miyake, smellin' up my Kawasaki
Draws by Versace or them joints by Jockey
Clock me workin' real hard for a nickel
(Uh, huh)
it, my pony
My shadows, waiting, so common jump on it
We're gonna get nasty baby
Until we reach the string
You can join my jockey team
If you're
mi come from in a sun city
Money mi a look Gaza nuh look pit
Lazy bwoy gwaan go try a thing
Turn a big dis-jockey like Ija Bing
Plant some greens
Addi bun every jockey
Mi no addict to no heroin
Connect mi to the pounds, euros, di benjamins
Hey! Canada money buy anything
One check a prescription
with the sticks on some
Slappin' a puck shit
No hockey, just riders, no jockey
Chinese food, less beef, more broccoli
My fortune cookie said stay humble
pony, ride it like a jockey
Its Bout to go down!… big Trouble!
She arched her back and I popped that bubble
The fix is in
The odds that I got were delicious
The fix is in
The jockey is cocky and vicious
The redoubtable beast has had Pegasus pills
We'll buy
you're well-trained, you're tied to a rack
Company cocktails, gotta go
Say the right thing don't fidget, jockey for position
Be polite in the pyramid
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