One, two, three, four!!

Shoot me!
Shoot me!

Here come old flat top,
He come grooving up slowly,
He got juju eyeball,
He one holy roller,
He got hair down to his knees.
Got to be a joker, he just do what he please.

Shoot me!
Shoot me!
Shoot me!

He wear no shoeshine,
He got funky finger,
He got toejam football,
He shoot coca-cola,
He say, "i know you, you know me.
One thing i can tell you is you got to be free."

Come together,
Right now,
Over me.

He bag production,
He got walrus gumboot,
He got Ono sideboard,
He one spinal cracker
He got feet down below his knees
Hold you in his armchair, you can feel his disease.

Come together,
Right now,
Over you.

Shoot me!
Shoot me!
Shoot me!

He roller coaster,
He got early warning,
He got muddy water,
He one mojo filter,
He say, "one and one and one is three."
Got to be good looking 'cause he's so hard to see.

Come together,
Right now,
Over me.




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Thanks to (anonymous) for correcting these lyrics. Nov 27, 2009
Thanks to (anonymous) for correcting these lyrics. Nov 27, 2009
Thanks to (anonymous) for correcting these lyrics. Nov 27, 2009