WELL, I'M CATHERINE MORGAN AND I'M THE NEXT-DOOR NEIGHBOR TO THE GOTEE'S AND UH, THE GOTEE'S WERE OVER THERE AND THEY HAD A DRUMMER THAT CAME IN HERE TO PLAY THE DRUMS THAT DAY AND HE PLAYED IT EARLY IN THE MORNIN', AND HE PLAYED IT I HAD HIM FOR BREAKFAST, AND FOR LUNCH, AND FOR DINNER SO I HOLLERED AT TODD AND TOLD HIM THAT I COULDN'T STAND THAT DRUMMER ANY LONGER THAT HE WAS DRIVING MY CRAZY AND KEVIN SPOKE UP AND SAID, "MRS. MORGAN," SAYS, "THAT'S A LIVE DRUMMER WE'VE GOT OVER THERE TODAY" AND I SAID, "IF HE HITS THE DRUM ONE MORE TIME HE'S GONE BE A DEAD DRUMMER" AND THAT WAS THE LAST I HEARD OF THE DRUMMER THAT DAY
STRAIGHT OUT THE JUNGLE EDUCATED MAN FROM THE MOTHERLAND YOU SEE THEY CALL ME A STAR BUT THAT'S NOT WHAT I AM I'M A JUNGLE BROTHER A TRUE BLUE BROTHER AND I'VE BEEN TO MANY PLACES YOU'LL NEVER DISCOVER STEP TO MY SIDE SUCKERS RUN AND HIDE AFRICA'S IN THE HOUSE THEY GET PETRIFIED YOU WANNA KNOW WHY I'LL TELL YOU WHY BECAUSE THEY CAN'T STAND THE SOGHT OF THE JUNGLE EYE THEY NEVER FIGHT OR FUSS THEY NEVER CURSE OR CUSS THEY JUST STAND ON THE SIDE AND STARE AT US THEY GET OUT OF LINE, I PUT 'EM ON A VINE AND GIVE 'EM ONE BIG PUSH FOR ALL MANKIND THERE AIN'T NUTTIN TO IT, I JUST GO HEAD AND DO IT AND LAY DOWN THE JUNGLE SOUND AND RUN RIGHT THROUGH IT AND WHEN I'M ON THE MIC, I NEVER STUTTER OR STUMBLE 'CAUSE I'M A JUNGLE BROTHER, STRAIGHT OUT THE JUNGLE
Her knees were almost touchin' mine at Smokey Jee's Cafe A chill was runnin' down my spine at Smokey Jee's Cafe I could smell her sweet perfume, she smiled at me my heart went boom Then everybody in the room at Smokey Jee's Cafe, they said "Man, be careful! That chick belongs to Smokey Jee"
CONCRETE JUNGLE: MAN YOU GOT TO DO YOUR BEST. WO-OOH, YEAH. NO CHAINS AROUND MY FEET, BUT I'M NOT FREE, OH-OOH! I KNOW I AM BOUND HERE IN CAPTIVITY; G'YEAH, NOW - I'VE NEVER KNOWN HAPPINESS; I'VE NEVER KNOWN WHAT SWEET CARESS IS - STILL, I'LL BE ALWAYS LAUGHING LIKE A CLOWN; WON'T SOMEONE HELP ME? 'CAUSE I - I'VE GOT TO PICK MYSELF FROM OFF THE GROUND IN THIS A CONCRETE JUNGLE: I SAID, WHAT DO YOU CRY FOR ME NOW, O-OH! CONCRETE JUNGLE, AH, WON'T YOU LET ME BE, NOW. HEY! OH, NOW! /GUITAR SOLO/ I SAID THAT LIFE - IT MUST BE SOMEWHERE TO BE FOUND OH, INSTEAD: CONCRETE JUNGLE - COLLUSION - CONFUSION. EH!
Stars were peepin' low An' man dud she have eyes for that Jee 'N Jee was jivin' with all of his lies She felt he must o'meant it Boy, the chick was in f'some surprise Yep! 'N Jee ain' 'bout t'let 'er slide Git'er t'flyin' high 'n wide Then goof her carpet ride She was cute, he had class Y'knew he had 'er soon s'he made his pass
That's Killer Jee This here's the story about Killer Jee He's a real bad cat, 'forget I told you so Silk on the corners of his fancy threads double breasted pin stripe coat top press fast talkin' good looking flim flam jive why he's the kind o' cat that'll make a dead man cry so look out for Killer Jee!
And I know I'll never eat again at Smokey Jee's Cafe So we'll never meet again at Smokey Jee's Cafe Oh, I'd rather eat my chilli beans at Jim's or Jack's or John's or Gene's Than take my chances eatin' down at Smokey Jee's Cafe Oh, I risked my life when that Smokey Jee went crazy fool
IF YOU COUNT ME OUT YOU BETTER THINK AGAIN YOU BETTER REALIZE NOW THAT I AIN'T STOPPING THIS IS WHERE I START, THIS IS WHERE I BEGIN THIS IS WHERE YOU STOP, THIS IS WHERE YOU END WOKE UP IN A DOWNTOWN STREET WE WERE CRASHED OUT LIVING IN RUBBLE BROKEN BONES, BROKEN HOMES BROKEN KID'S LIVING IN THE JUNGLE NINETEEN EIGHTY SEVEN IN THE EAST BAY COLD AS HELL IT'S THE MIDDLE OF SUMMER ME AND JESSE AND MATT AND DAVE MELLO, HE WAS THE DRUMMER MY MOMMA SAID YOU BETTER WATCH YOUR BACK BOY KEEP YOUR HEAD UP AND BE A SHOT BLOCKER ON THE OUTSIDE LOOKING IN WIT THE FREAKS AND THE THUGS AND ALL THE PUNK ROCKERS THEY SAY I'M OUTTA STEP IN THIS WORLD SO STEP BACK MAN I AIN'T GONNA WARN YA HERE'S A MESSAGE FOR THE DISENFRANCHISED OF EAST BAY CALIFORNIA
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