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  • 作词 : Benjamin, Patton
    Percy Junior,
    Percy Junior
    Wh-what's that, what's that you playin'?
    Workin' on something new
    Sounds like some ********
    Man, you really think the audience is gonna like that ****?
    Well, Rooster said
    I could play what
    I wantedNo, never mind anything that
    Rooster tell you
    ***** play stuff
    I like, k?
    Ain't nobody like my style, yeah
    I light my fire, yeah
    I light ba-ba,
    I light ba-ba
    They blow it out, yeah
    They blew it out, they blew it out
    And don't nobody wanna feel like that, no
    Monkeys on my back crawl
    Now watch them all fall
    Go on fall, look out!
    Nobody wanted to dance
    When I had a lot of time on my hands
    Now I got a lot of hands on my time
    And everybody wanna be a friend of mine
    Whoa whoa,
    I wouldn't mind a friend
    The fellas back home all tryin' to win
    Moon keeps shinin' on bootleg bottles
    Cops in the street keep ya feet on the throttle
    Selling whatcha got in a
    Ford A-model
    Yellin', '
    Go, PJ go!'
    Ain't nuttin' idle, everything is wild, yeah
    You can be hit now, yeah, soon as you turn around
    He in the ground, yeah, boy died, six feet underground
    And ain't no bible at this here church, no
    You won't find
    God no, might meet
    Him first, aw
    Oh God, look out!
    Nobody wanted to leave
    House so packed that we couldn't even breathe
    And ain't no better place to fall in love
    Angel sent from
    Heaven above
    Swing down and come change your life
    You might make a baby, might meet your wife
    But one sure thing that you're gonna say"Deep down South there's a 'lil old placeThem Idlewild cats, man, they don't play"
    Don't make me send a telegram to
    Rooster, he'll shoot ya
    You better come harder than that, sweetie, this ain't no mortuary!
    And you don't want to take it to the gat so soon
    Still be stankin' to the
    Jenkins waitin' in the upper room'
    Till ya make her say her prayers
    You some players but you made us mashed potato
    That potato, blast you hater, blast the gator
    So you might just wanna kick back and drink
    GooseTake that to ya woman, relax, break loose
    Cuff her soon, if she choose, she gon' walk away from you
    Straight to the
    Rooster, 'cause he's cock-a-doodle-cool, what they do fool
    Moonshine run the small town, crap shootin' all time
    Phat you and that's gotta matchin' suit and hat
    All cats pursuing, kinda wild is
    IdlewildTime to break it on, break it on down, now
    Percival, take it on out
    Say whoa Mammy, whoa
    MammySay whoa
    Pappy, whoa
    PappySay whoa
    Mammy, whoa
    MammySay whoa
    Pappy, whoa, everybody get up
    No, no, no, no, get down
    Everybody get up
    No, no, no, no, get down
    Everybody get up
    No, no, no, no, get down
    Everybody get up…
  • 作词 : Benjamin, Patton
    Percy Junior,
    Percy Junior
    Wh-what's that, what's that you playin'?
    Workin' on something new
    Sounds like some ********
    Man, you really think the audience is gonna like that ****?
    Well, Rooster said
    I could play what
    I wantedNo, never mind anything that
    Rooster tell you
    ***** play stuff
    I like, k?
    Ain't nobody like my style, yeah
    I light my fire, yeah
    I light ba-ba,
    I light ba-ba
    They blow it out, yeah
    They blew it out, they blew it out
    And don't nobody wanna feel like that, no
    Monkeys on my back crawl
    Now watch them all fall
    Go on fall, look out!
    Nobody wanted to dance
    When I had a lot of time on my hands
    Now I got a lot of hands on my time
    And everybody wanna be a friend of mine
    Whoa whoa,
    I wouldn't mind a friend
    The fellas back home all tryin' to win
    Moon keeps shinin' on bootleg bottles
    Cops in the street keep ya feet on the throttle
    Selling whatcha got in a
    Ford A-model
    Yellin', '
    Go, PJ go!'
    Ain't nuttin' idle, everything is wild, yeah
    You can be hit now, yeah, soon as you turn around
    He in the ground, yeah, boy died, six feet underground
    And ain't no bible at this here church, no
    You won't find
    God no, might meet
    Him first, aw
    Oh God, look out!
    Nobody wanted to leave
    House so packed that we couldn't even breathe
    And ain't no better place to fall in love
    Angel sent from
    Heaven above
    Swing down and come change your life
    You might make a baby, might meet your wife
    But one sure thing that you're gonna say"Deep down South there's a 'lil old placeThem Idlewild cats, man, they don't play"
    Don't make me send a telegram to
    Rooster, he'll shoot ya
    You better come harder than that, sweetie, this ain't no mortuary!
    And you don't want to take it to the gat so soon
    Still be stankin' to the
    Jenkins waitin' in the upper room'
    Till ya make her say her prayers
    You some players but you made us mashed potato
    That potato, blast you hater, blast the gator
    So you might just wanna kick back and drink
    GooseTake that to ya woman, relax, break loose
    Cuff her soon, if she choose, she gon' walk away from you
    Straight to the
    Rooster, 'cause he's cock-a-doodle-cool, what they do fool
    Moonshine run the small town, crap shootin' all time
    Phat you and that's gotta matchin' suit and hat
    All cats pursuing, kinda wild is
    IdlewildTime to break it on, break it on down, now
    Percival, take it on out
    Say whoa Mammy, whoa
    MammySay whoa
    Pappy, whoa
    PappySay whoa
    Mammy, whoa
    MammySay whoa
    Pappy, whoa, everybody get up
    No, no, no, no, get down
    Everybody get up
    No, no, no, no, get down
    Everybody get up
    No, no, no, no, get down
    Everybody get up…