One sheep, Two sheep, Three sheep, Black Sheep No further ado I give introduction Of Dres and Mista Lawnge A newfound baby sound production I'm not out to [vick?] you To strip or evict you But merely do the things you wanted to but weren't able Like move a party side to side Sway for sway And stride for stride First fine tune Then hit volume Aw sheep, hit the bass and got the boom So move to a rhythm that's quite uplifting Just when you thought that nothing would rise, I'm drifting Higher (higher) Yeah, higher I'm not a king, a prince, a ruler or a squire I'm not a prophet and I'm not a messiah I'm not a wolf or another flat tire... Listen I'm the Black Sheep man, oh yeah, I'm here And even if you turn, I bet your girlfriend stares at me And with me You step, she just might come get me Not slow but with a bounding leap She'll be pulling my wool... (and what else?) Count Black Sheep One sheep, Two sheep, Three sheep, Black Sheep It's a Black Sheep "La Cosa Nostra", or "Thing Of Ours" A family affair that overflows the reservoir Of dollar short and daily sports who don't know what to do Because I'm rocking you, rocking you, rocking you Now listen because in a unit or family A poppa, a momma And brothers or sisters, see An atmosphere of love in the air Can give a clue or hunch To the way we all became black Brady Bunch (okay) To continue There's a sister who is bright A brother who's a wiz Another that's not right Stays out all damn night You wake him up too early, cursing ready to fight You say left and he says right-o You want to see E.T. but brother there puts on porno Love the family pet, I bet you even feed him Rave Brother cooks your tabby in the microwave (meow) He'd probably swipe your wallet if the light got dim Now you have your doubts But you never put it past him And in the end, on that one you never sleep (never sleep) Cause he's a Black Sheep One sheep, Two sheep, Three sheep, Black Sheep What's up party people Party people, how ya doing Black Sheep coming through And then I guess that we're pursuing A bit of your time We'll skip over my sign And get into a beat and a bass line Stepping to the fellas Fellas, peace and how you be Keep the party orderly We all can get booty So before you rift, go play the bar again Chill, count to ten And bring me back a Heineken Cuties, cuties, cuties, where's the hoes? I knows and you knows and I know you know No jam complete without a flock of bo peeps Am I right? Am I, am I, am I right? Quite Focus that I see tonight be The epitome of sexy Then again, it's just me Honey next to you might look like doodoo But don't nap, a cutie might be in her crew In any event I see the movement And wonder where it is that the time went But I'm out See ya when the sun goes down And the Black Sheep are in your town Throwing down Be there in a second so don't sleep And if you do Count the Sheep One sheep, Two sheep, Three sheep, Black Sheep

In love with the maiden, the flower of winter Lowbrow children in grove of the inland How many times heart's gone through the grinder Wherever you look there's a painful reminder Singing a love song, words of a stranger The howling miller, never to face her Temple of the evil, temple of the weak No one knows how bad he feels Late-night innuendo, temptation of the key Live with the Black Sheep, live with me Insanity, blessing for those born to hate you Burned by the embers of love, it is so cruel Howling the night for sun of the midnight Serving the people, condemned you in the eternal night Of the lost song, words of the stranger The howling miller, never to face her Temple of the evil, temple of the weak No one knows how bad he feels Late-night innuendo, temptation of the key Live with the black sheep, live with me Temple of the evil, temple of the weak No one knows how bad he feels Late-night innuendo, temptation of the key Live with the black sheep, live with me Temple of the evil, temple of the weak No one knows how bad he feels Late-night innuendo, temptation of the key Live with the black sheep, live with me

Hail, hail the black sheep We are blood, we are family Call me an outcast, call me a freak Watch those bullets ricochet straight off of me 'Cause I belong where right is wrong No lost cause like the good book say Don't give damn what people think I march along to a different song Whoa, I feel it deep in my bones I was born to break every curse, every chain So I'm singing Hail, hail the black sheep We are blood, we are family Pray to the Lord, my soul to keep Hail, hail the black sheep Thicker than water, thick as thieves Oh how the river runs deep We are blood, we are family Hail, hail the black sheep Can't shut me up won't bite my tongue Speak my truth till the day is done I'm not ashamed to own my pain Never as lost but I found my way Always knew I'd show my scars one day For the rules I broke helped me build my throne Whoa, I'm right where I belong Now I'm singing Hail, hail the black sheep We are blood, we are family Pray the Lord, my soul to keep Hail, hail the black sheep Thicker than water, thick as thieves Oh, how the river runs deep We are blood, we are family Hail, hail the black sheep Hail... The black sheep, yeah Hail... The black sheep, oh yeah From the streets to the gutters, we're sisters and brothers One nation under one love, one color Born to be black sheep Hail, hail the black sheep We are blood, we are family Pray to the Lord my soul to keep Hail, hail the black sheep Thicker than water, thick as thieves Oh, how the river runs deep We are blood, we are family Hail, hail the black sheep From the streets to the gutters, we're sisters and brothers We are blood, we are family Hail, hail the black sheep

Rode all the way down memory lane where 65 ends Wondering how it'd feel to see the one that got away again Hoping it might go down like that hometown unanswered prayer My hero sang about on an old burned CD we shared Something on the interstate told me I Was headed straight for your pretty storm That the hurt was still gonna be there just like your name on my arm Even got real with a girl I chill with up in chapel hill Told her you were gonna be here just In case my heart was still in Mobile Baby, why do you have to be so beautiful? Baby, why do you have to be so beautiful? Ain't no telling, girl, How long it's been since we did all that shouting Probably, 10 months 27 days, something like that But hey, who's counting? Oh, you know, just living the dream Home is where the bus is I could say time looks fine on you but It wouldn't do it justice, it wouldn't do it justice Baby, why do you have to be so beautiful? Baby, why do you have to be so beautiful? I don't think you're stomach's supposed to hurt Quite like this when you run into a girl you forgot you missed It's like the space between us only made me numb Thought I could just see you and be okay But I'm not okay, girl Tell me that smile on your face is so fake And that it's all coming back, coming back, coming back I just have to ask, have to ask, have to ask Baby, why do you have to be so beautiful? Baby, why do you have to be so beautiful? Baby, why do you have to be so beautiful? Baby, why do you have to be so beautiful?

Oh, I ain't heard this song in a minute I forget who sings it but I remember turning it up Showing you how my bass could shake the rearview Remember you chewed ice breakers next to me at church Smelling like bath and body works In that dress with that texture, I love to touch so much Baby, all that stuff does me like a DeLorean Put me in the backseat of your Accord again Losing your shirt on the floorboard again, like good Lord again (good Lord) Green numbers on the clock and the dash tick-tock says 4 a.m. Yeah, you're daddy's gonna hate me even more again, girl, it's crazy Ain't no telling what's gon' take me back to our love's origin Just like that DeLorean Anything bone thugs in the speakers Anything airbrushed on the t-shirt Little rum on the back of a French kiss Little hit of some herbal essences I don't wanna go back to the future I just wanna cruise, girl (cruise with you, girl) In a DeLorean, put me in the backseat of your Accord again Losing your shirt on the floorboard again, like good Lord again (good Lord) Green numbers on the clock and the dash tick-tock says 4 a.m. Yeah, you're daddy's gonna hate me even more again, girl, it's crazy Ain't no telling what's gon' take me back to our love's origin Just like that DeLorean Can't tell me there ain't no such thing (can't tell me) As a time machine (can't tell me) Can't tell me there ain't no such thing (can't tell me there ain't no such thing As a time machine) Can't tell me there ain't no such thing (can't tell me) As a time machine (can't tell me) Can't tell me there ain't no such thing I just wanna ride in that DeLorean Put me in the backseat of your Accord again Losing your shirt on the floorboard again, like good Lord again (good Lord) Green numbers on the clock and the dash tick-tock says 4 a.m. Yeah, you're daddy's gonna hate me even more again, girl, it's crazy Ain't no telling what's gon' take me back to our love's origin Just like that DeLorean Ain't no telling what's gon' take me back Ain't no telling what's gon' take me back to our love's origin Baby, all that stuff does me like a DeLorean

Well cereal's his favorite food group Doin' the Heisman with a box of Fruit Loops Spoon hangin' off his nose just cuz he can Bedhead like Edward Scissorhands Damn proud of that belly button Ain't suckin' it in for nothin' 4 years old looks like fun to me When I grow up I wanna be like Beckett Eatin' breakfast butt naked Ain't even tryin' to be famous Just wonderin' where his airplane is Don't know if he's rich or poor Says it's cool that the girl next door Has skin like chocolate When I grow up, when I grow up I wanna be like Beckett ("Where's my airplane? I like the fat Froot Loops") You get it, B Shakes it when there ain't no music Takes advantage of the bathtub acoustics Little Foo Fighter with a shampoo mohawk Owns it with no alcohol Don't know the minute hand from the hour I see a weed, he sees a flower Prays like he's on the phone with Jesus When I grow up I wanna be just like Beckett Eatin' breakfast butt naked Ain't even tryin' to be famous Just wonderin' where his airplane is Don't know if he's rich or poor Says it's cool that the boy next door Has two dads and three pets When I grow up, when I grow up I wanna be like Beckett ("Where's my airplane? I like the fat Froot Loops") Wanna be just like you, Beck Come on, B He likes the fat Froot Loops When I grow up, when I grow up I wanna be like Beckett Eatin' breakfast butt naked Ain't even tryin' to be famous Just wonderin' where his airplane is Don't know if he's rich or poor Says it's cool that the girl next door Has a dot on her forehead When I grow up, when I grow up I wanna be like Beckett ("Where's my airplane? I like the fat Froot Loops") Wanna be like you, Beck You get it, get it, that's right He likes the fat Froot Loops

Well, I've been a strong-willed son of a gun Ever since I was sucking my thumb But push came to shove when I fell in love With my baby, yeah my baby Well, you could say she's overbearing Matter fact, she picked out the clothes that I'm wearing And I can't go fishing without her permission But I ain't complaining, we've got an arrangement She can wear the pants, she can run the show She can crack a whip like Indiana Jones She can rule the roost, she can snap and holler She can wear the pants long as I can take 'em off her Long as I can take 'em off her She calls the shots, gives the orders, makes the plans That woman's wish is my command Yeah, I'm telling you I got more honey-do's Than every fruit truck on 40, but I'll get 'em done shortly She can wear the pants, she can run the show She can crack a whip like Indiana Jones She can rule the roost, she can snap and holler She can wear the pants long as I can take 'em off her Well she can push me around But when the sun goes down Look out, there's a new sheriff in town Oh, oh, oh, ow Ah, yeah That's what I'm talkin' about Ooh, yeah Well I get a whole lotta flack from the fellas But I reckon that they're just jealous She can wear the pants, she can run the show She can crack a whip like Indiana Jones She can rule the roost, she can snap and holler She can wear the pants long as I can take 'em off her Long as I can take 'em off her Oh yeah, long as I can take 'em off her Long as I can take 'em off her