Go And I won't make love to you And I feel the love, feel the love, la love Jailhouse gets empty Rudy gets plenty The baton stick gets shorter Rudy gets taller Can't fight against the youth 'Cause we're strong and them are rude, rude people Can't fight against the youth 'Cause we're strong and the rude, rude people Long, baby get now When I was a youth in 1983 It was the best day of my life Had the 89 vision, we didn't fuss or no fight When all the little daughters wanna be my wife "Like A Virgin", it was playin on my guitar, on my guitar I had to be there I had to be there I had to be there I had to be there When the rhythm playin' I know that I'm gonna be there, yeah Bud Gaugh will be singing there And Eric Wilson will be bangin' up there, yeah Oh, and we'll be all singin' with version, with version Reagge version, version, version, version oh What has been told to the wise and up-rooted Yeah, it's gonna be revealed unto babes, and Sublime Rudy, Rudy, Rudy Can't fight against the youth Right now, them are rude, rude people Can't fight against the resistance Oh, right now, 'em are rude, rude people We gonna rule this land among children We gonna rule this land 'Cause when that rhythm it was playin' on my guitar On my guitar I had to be there I had to be there I had to be there I had to be there When I was a youth it was the best day It was the best day of my life We had the 89 vision We didn't fuss or no fight When all the little daughters wanna be my wife When that rhythm it was playin' on my guitar On my guitar I had to be there I had to be there I had to be there I had to be there I had to be there Had to be there Jailhouse gets empty And Rudy gets plenty The baton stick gets shorter Rudy gets taller, taller And fight against the youth 'Cause we're strong, them are rude, rude people Cant fight against the youth

Warden threw a party in the county jail The prison band was there and they began to wail The band was jumping and the joint began to swing You should've heard those knocked out jailbirds sing Let's rock, everybody, let's rock Everybody in the whole cell block Was dancing to the jailhouse rock Shifty get his head up, oh, for heavens sake Everybody riding, trying to make a break Shifty turned to Henry and his head on Nick's nick I wanna stick around a while and get my kicks Let's rock, everybody, let's rock Everybody in the whole cell block They were dancing to the jailhouse rock, oh Jailer number 47 said to number three You're the cutest jailbird I ever did see I sure would be delighted if you come with me Come on and do the jailhouse rock with me Let's rock, everybody, let's rock Everybody in the whole cell block Was dancing to the jailhouse rock, yeah Well, let's rock, everybody, let's rock Everybody in the whole cell block Was dancing to the jailhouse rock They were shaking to the jailhouse rock A jailer talking to the jailhouse rock Mm-hmm swinging to the jailhouse rock

(*Prod. by Stephen "Di Genius" McGregor) [Intro:] Ghetto youth Two thousand and nine (Serious thing) Put dung di war and di crime Go breed a gal an get a pickney fi mind Put dung di violence and di crime Yuh nuh see nuh gal inna jail A bare man inna jail Ghetto yutes [Chorus:] I don't wanna I nuh really really wanna I don't wanna go to jail no more I nuh wanna I nuh really really wanna I don't wanna go to jail no more [Verse 1:] Nuh see nuh gal inna jailhouse (gal inna jailhouse) Bare man inna jailhouse (man inna jailhouse) Nuh see nuh gal inna jail a bare man inna jail mi glad the day weh mi bail out First of all You see the warda The warda the warda You aks some gangsta wada But some wada some wada sum wada Dem worse than Shebahda First Mek mi tell you how it all happen Mi and mi gal inna mi bed (Yeaay) Mi a gi har some hard strappings She tear up all mi spread (Oweh ye) Mi and har inna mi bed a square off Same time mi door tear off Lord mi could see no face a bare mask And bare tear gas Officer [Chorus:] I don't wanna I nuh really really wanna I don't wanna go to jail no more I nuh wanna I nuh really really wanna I don't wanna go to jail no more [Verse 2:] A next thing Mi a talk di bail di bail Go inna di court fi get di bail di bail Same time mi get reman again Case put off again Mama see har son a passed again Inna shackles and chains but mi feel like fi took off mi friend Trust mi no badda laugh mi friend Gangalee will have to float again Mi read mi bible pon di way to the court again Cause [Chorus:] I don't wanna I nuh really really wanna I don't wanna go to jail no more I nuh wanna I nuh really really wanna I don't wanna go to jail no more Nuh see nuh gal inna jailhouse(gal inna jailhouse) Ah bare man inna jailhouse(man inna jailhouse) Nuh see nuh gal inna jail ah bare man inna jail What a day when mi bail out What a day What a day Is a brighter a day Ghetto youths

The warden threw a party in the county jail. The prison band was there and they began to wail. The band was jumpin' down they began to swing. You should've heard those jailbirds sing. Let's rock, everybody, let's rock. Everybody in the whole cell block Was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock. Well Spider Murphy played on the saxophone, Little Joe was blowin' on the slide trombone. The drummer boy from Illinois went crash, boom, bang, The whole rhythm section was the Purple Gang. Let's rock, everybody, let's rock. Everybody in the whole cell block Was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock. Well number forty-seven said to number three: "You're the cutest jailbird I ever did see. I sure could enjoy some of your company, Come on and do the Jailhouse Rock with me." Let's rock, everybody, let's rock. Everybody in the whole cell block Was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock. Well sad sack was a sittin' on a block of stone When over in the corner weepin' all alone. The warden said, "buddy, don't you be no square. If you can't find a partner use a wooden chair." Let's rock, everybody, let's rock. Everybody in the whole cell block Was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock. Well Henry said to Bugs, "For Heaven's sake, No one's lookin', now's our chance to make a break." Bugsy turned to Shifty and he said, "Nix nix, I wanna stick around a while and get my kicks." Let's rock, everybody, let's rock. Everybody in the whole cell block Was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock.

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All right people. The rest of the hard working all star Blues Brothers are gonna be out here in a minute, including my little brother Jake. But right now, I'd like to talk a little bit about this tune you're hearing. This is of course the Green Onions tune. It was a very big hit in the early sixties in this country. And of course it was composed and recorded in Memphis, Tennessee,Rright here in the United States Of America. You know, people, I believe that this tune can be acquainted With the great classical music around the world. Now you go to Germany, You've got your Bach, your Beethoven, your Brahms... Here in America you've got your Fred McDowell, Your Irving Berlin, your Glenn Miller, And your Booker T & The MG's, people. Another example of the great contributions in music and culture That this country has made around the world. And as you look around the world today You see this country spurned. You see backs turned on this country. Well people, I'm gonna tell you something, This continent, North America, is the stronghold! This is where we're gonna make our stand in this decade! Yeah, people, I've got something to say to the State Department. I say Take that archaic Monroe Doctrine, And that Marshall Plan that says we're supposed to police force the world, and throw 'em out! Let's stay home for the next ten years people! Right here in North America and enjoy the music and culture that is ours. Yeah, I got one more thing to say. I'm just talking about the music, people, and what it does to me. And that is, as you look around the world, You go to the Soviet Union or Great Britain or France, You name it, any country... Everybody is doing flips and twists Just to get into a genuine pair of American blue jeans! And to hear this music and we got it all here in America, The land of the Chrysler 440 cubic inch engine!

Yeah Baby Yeah I've Been Drinkin' And I I Shouldn't Come By No But I Found Myself In Trouble And I Had Nowhere Else To Go Got Some Whiskey From The Barman I Got Some Cocaine From My Friends I Gotta Keep On Movin' Til I'm Back In Your Arms Again Guilty Yes I'm Guilty And I'll Be Guilty For The Rest Of My Life How Come Baby How Come I Never Do What I'm Supposed To Do How Come Everything I Try Never Turns Out Right? You Know How It Is With Me Baby You Know I Just Can't Stand Myself And It Takes A Whole Lot Of Medicine Darling For Me To Pretend That I'm Somebody Else