Way Cool Jr. - Ratt

If you fly in from Birmingham you'll get the last gate If you blew in from Boston, no, you sure won't have to wait And I'm learning, a little more every day About the power of the dollar, and the people with white collars And the good old American way I've noticed I don't get much help when they see my blue jeans Some slick with a suit walks up, "Oh, can I help you please?" Yes, I'm learning, as I gain a little age About the power of the dollar, and the people with white collars And the good old American way Some high society lady says, "Is your horse outside?" "No, ma'am he's between my legs, but you're too fat to ride!" And you're learning, a little more about my ways And what I think about your dollar and your white collar And your good old American way If you don't like my Nudie boots, I'm sorry about that Don't make fun of my hat, too, or you might get knocked flat And you'll learn some more, if you ever pass down our way About the folks without the dollars, and without white collars Hell, l they are the American way

Someday, when I'm awfully low When the world is cold I will feel a glow, just thinking of you And the way you look tonight Yes, you're lovely With your smile so warm, and your cheeks so soft There is nothing for me but to love you And the way you look tonight With each word, your tenderness grows Tearing my fear apart And that laugh that wrinkles your nose It touches my foolish heart Lovely, never ever change, keep that breathless charm Won't you please arrange it, 'cause I love you Just the way you look tonight With each word your tenderness grows Tearing my fear apart And your laugh when it wrinkles your nose It touches my foolish heart Ooh lovely, never ever change Keep that breathless charm Won't you please arrange it, 'cause I love you Just the way you look tonight

Its like keeping a stage show And want the place fi done Wha you do Call my management That walk wid 50 gun Wha mi do Nah goin go pon stage Until me get me funds Wha mi sing One Jr.Gong What a hefty sum Youngest veteran Intercept di run Artist a carry feelings And tears a run Say you know say a just true Him a BOB MARLEY son How him get a Swizz Beats And you nuh get me none Wha mi sing Strickly ex amount Of high grade sess mi bun Wha mi sing Strickly only high grade Princess mi bun Politician well love push up Dem chest mi bun Certain loud rowdy talking Interest mi gun Now mi come fi bun down All material object Wid a raas claat gold chain Round me neck Me bun a fire pon di man Weh love bitch and fret And want every little detail intricate Well dem just can't believe Or dem won't accept Jr.Gong and Swizz beat Fassy don't forget Well is it just me Or is it hot to death It's the "Halfway Tree" C.D. and cassette D.J. race a run On your mark get set And watch everybody run To the record outlet Tell me who C.D. Do you think they get The one closest To the BOB MARLEY box set And BOOM And anyhow you nuh feel me yet Well chances are You might soon go def Me have a clip fully loaded And one select Fi any bwoy weh nuh want show The Gong respect All me shirt and shoes And pants me bet Say a nuff D.J. haffi go starve to death While dem girl read about me On the internet But its not their fault Don't get upset Because Dem can't touch me intellect And BOOM Dem can't even bounce a check Well you better rest your drinks Pon a serviette And gwon bounce around Untill you bust a sweat BRIDGE Bounce Bounce, Bounce, Bounce Bounce Just Bounce, Bounce, Bounce VERSE So return to di venues You used to fill And return to the ends Where you used to chill I know putting some punks on over kill Wid some everyday tune I refuse to build Now You've been waiting patiently until BOOM A me name Jr.Gong and still BOOM Ridim a bounce And you can't stand still BOOM See it deh now Your drinks a spill You have some D.J. Think dem shoot to kill Cause dem spar wid A couple thug youths weh will Wait till dem lickle chumpas Dem have draw nil Ah di same thug Ah climb thru dem windowsill And, anyhow you no pay di bill Well, dem could a find you a sligoville You better mind how you use your talent and skill Till you hear man a bruk down your burglar grill Well its from baby pram On to Stroller dem We rock mics anywhere We get a hold a dem Wid di Muffin looking over We shoulder dem Better read out all mi portfolio dem Well its roots and branches Sticks and stems A di "Halfway Tree" And it a murder dem Ghetto Youths, One Fam You never heard a dem Dangerous nightlife observer dem So just bounce bounce Bounce wit me Big man big woman and pickney Feel no pain when di music hit me Find all a gyal weh fit me

Someday, when I'm awfully low And the world is cold I will feel a glow just thinking of you And the way you look tonight Yes, you're lovely With your smile so warm, and your cheek so soft There is nothing for me but to love you Just the way you look tonight With each word your tenderness grows Tearing my fear apart And that smile that wrinkles your nose Touches my foolish heart Lovely, never, never change Keep that breathless charm Won't you please arrange it, 'cause I love you Just the way you look tonight Just the way you look tonight