Alphabet St. - Rockabye Baby!

No! I'm goin' down to Alphabet Street I'm gonna crown the first girl that I meet I'm gonna talk so sexy She'll want me from my head to my feet Yeah, yeah, yeah Yes she will Yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah I'm gonna drive my daddy's Thunderbird (My daddy's Thunderbird) A white rad ride, '66 ('67) so glam it's absurd I'm gonna put her in the back seat And drive her to Tennessee Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, Tennessee Yeah, yeah, yeah, drive her Excuse me baby I don't mean to be rude But I guess tonight I'm just not, I'm just not in the mood So if you don't mind (yeah, yeah, yeah) I would like to watch Yeah, yeah, yeah, can I? Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah (Can I, can I, can I, can I) We're going down, down, down, if that's the only way To make this cruel, cruel world hear what we got to say Put the right letters together and make a better day Yeah, yeah, yeah, better days Yeah, yeah, yeah, it's ok Yeah, yeah, yeah Maybe it's the only way Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Clap your hands Clap your hands Clap your hands Kit Tom in the house, come on I'm goin' down to Alphabet Street I'm gonna crown... say what? (The first girl that I meet) I'm gonna talk so sexy She'll want me from my head to my feet Yeah, yeah, yeah Wooh (Hold on one, wait a minute) (Oh that's too funky) (No, you don't understand, you know) (Watch this, Josh, just play the bass, now watch this, watch this) (I got at, emh... I got them in my behind, I can't) (I can't even stand up straight) (Put the big drum waiting, come on) (I just can't) (And you know when you put the guitar on top you just gotta...) (Clap your hands) (Wooh) I'm gonna drive my daddy's Thunderbird A white rad ride, '66 so glam it's absurd I'm gonna put her in the back seat And drive her, yeah... to Tennessee Yeah, yeah, yeah Wooh You all hear that? () Turn it up, listen Excuse me, baby I don't mean to be rude But tonight I ain't in the mood But if you don't mind Could we... just watch? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh, funky London Y'all say, "Oh, funky London" Y'all say... ("Oh, funky London") Y'all say... ("Oh, funky London") Maceo, come on! Turn the lights down low Wooh Gordon, why don't you move? Let's funk (Can I come up in the balcony?) (Don't make me come up there) Ooh (I'm feeling you too much noise) Break it down low Keep it going, Coleman Give me that back, Coleman, but just low You all like that? I don't believe it Let me hear you I like funky music, sing it (I like funky music) I can't hear it (I like funky music) I can't hear it (I like funky music) Now let's see the balcony, come on (I like funky music) (I like funky music) Girl, you need to come down here and dance with me (I like funky music) Wooh (I like funky music) I like funky music Upstairs say, "I like funky music" Say, you all, say, "I like funky music" Oh (I like funky music) Ooh (I like funky music) (I like funky music) (I like funky music) (I like funky music) (I like funky music) (I like funky music)

This is my alphabet Because time goes on, and things are changing in my world Here is a new alphabet for the children of my generation. Of course, all this words have a meaning for me But all the generations might find a different mood to their world. My alphabet goes like this: A stand for anything and B for bionic and Bach C stands for claustrophobia and D for dirty old men E stands for everyone, F is full-frontal and friends G of course stands for getting a divorce, H now stands for hijacking And, I for a king size ego, J now stands for jukebox and junkies K is for those who kiss and tell and leading lady starts with L Naturally, M is for me, N is for never again O is for that famous stOry, huum and P for pain, poverty Q stands for quality, which is better than quantity R stands for rock and roll, S is sexy and sad, T drives them totally mad And U for everything to me, V stands for little voodoo W for where and When, X sounds extremely mysterious Y is the question I keep asking Z for the zero you will get, if you don't learn my alphabet.