I felt like shouting hurrah.
It goes one two three when I'm kickin' funky lyrics lyrics
I'm bustin' up vocabulary I want you all to hear it hear it
I'm bustin' up the rhythm 'cause I'm bustin' up the rhyme
Kickin' down the stop posts 'cause I wanna kicks the time
I'm diggin' down some knowledge 'cause you know I never hide it
When I'm pullin' down your panties 'cause I wants to get inside 'em
Like a boa a boa a boa constrictor
Gonna drop off your drawers shoot straight for your sphincter
I could roll my rhymes but I would be fakin'
Jimmity Jimmity Pop is not Jamaican
J I double M Y Pop go
I run the show like Don Pardo
With a bugaloo bee on the bee boo tip
My hit will make you trip 'cause I'm quadradipped
I'll do the Popeye Pluto freak the funkfazooto
Not Latino what I mean though fuzzy dice like Menudo
Ah yeah rubber baby buggy's bumpers
Punky's Brewsters now I hump her
With my itsy bitsy teeny weenie shrunken small white peenie
So rinse spit swallow brain blank kinda hollow
Not too deep leap wow oh kinda shallow
'Cause we're in your face like Ed Gein
Purple rain purple rain
Mama say mama sa mama cu sa
Mama say mama sa mama cu sa
Mama say mama sa mama cu sa
Mama say mama sa mama cu sa
Mama say mama sa mama cu sa
Mama say mama sa mama cu sa
Mama say mama sa mama cu sa
Mama say mama sa mama cu sa
Naughty By Nature and white by choice
And the sound of my voice makes your panties moist
'Cause I'm finger lickin' happy like a gay proctologist
So like a dyke with hollow tits I'll rip the mic with hollow tips
Aw yeah he's in control like Sherman Potter
And I got more balls than the Harlem Globetrotters
Jimmy Pop Jimmy Pop rah rah rah
Mama say mama sa mama cu sa
Now I'm floatin' out the pipes like a Village People sump pump
Always take a swallow 'cause you know I never get enough
So batter up Bruce Banner if you think you're gonna measure up
Can't be the top dog gotta be the Scooby Pup
Step to the bass drum always gotta have fun
If you add two halves you'll always get the total sum
My steps are correct and my mic is always checked
And when a punk is in effect you know he's gonna get wrecked
I don't want to start no Blasphemous Rumors
But I think that Sinbad's got a lousy sense of humor
Little children unattended better get my poison candy
Don't care about y'all as long as we feel dandy
And I get the poon from Judy Blume
Mr. Hooper's dead so won't you give me his broom?
So come on chickie baby let's go make some noise
What? No I'm not the guy from the Beastie Boys
Mama say mama sa mama cu sa
Mama say mama sa mama cu sa
Mama say mama sa mama cu sa
Mama say mama sa mama cu sa
Mama say mama sa mama cu sa
Mama say mama sa mama cu sa
Mama say mama sa mama cu sa
Mama say mama sa mama cu sa
Mama say mama sa mama cu sa
Mama say mama sa mama cu sa
Mama say mama sa mama cu sa
Mama say mama sa mama cu sa
Mama say mama sa mama cu sa
Mama say mama sa mama cu sa
Mama say mama sa mama cu sa
Mama say mama sa mama cu sa
Mama say mama sa mama cu sa
Mama say mama sa mama cu sa
Mama say mama sa mama cu sa
Mama say mama sa mama cu sa
Mama say mama sa mama cu sa
Mama say mama sa mama cu sa
Mama say mama sa mama cu sa
Mama say mama sa mama cu sa
Mama say mama sa mama cu sa
Mama say mama sa mama cu sa
Writer(s): James M. Franks, John Taylor, Simon John Charles Le Bon, Nick Rhodes, Roger Andrew Taylor, Andrew Taylor, Michael J. Bowe
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