Tekster:
Eight Fingers Down Remember How It Was

was a time, and a place We will rise every day Days always have a surprise It's hard to forget all those times But when it is time to move on, remember

I don't usually" Then I, whipped it out, rubber no doubt Step out, show me what you all about Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse Pull your G-string down

she was admiring my Minski suit Then she handed me the note, here, read this I just stared her up and down 'Cause I couldn't believe it, then I opened it It

going down here, the body looks like it's an old olive oil can?" Prof. Von Fission: "Yes, that was a dollar fifty-nine, but ya gotta remember there was

, "Homes, it's been goin' down too long I gotta bang on them fools and it don't feel wrong" "They killed my cousin over eighty eight bricks So word came down

on his three-fingered fiddle 'Cause that's all there was to do back there folks, except ta go downtown and watch haircuts So I was raised on Dust

was a show, y'all hoes would get "gonged" Cause if it's on, then it's on, bring it on What the fuck you waitin for? C'mon, let's get it on What? What'

out my eyes and I was feeling great I flipped my radio on and to my utter surprise I thought that it was eight o'clock but it was half past nine I hopped

usually" then I, whipped it out, rubber no doubt Step out, show me what you all about Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse Pull your G-string down