Rhythm Talk - Jocko

I’m the best in the world, you can bet on that

I’m here putting nobody down

But pound for pound i’m the best around

I’m the middle weight champ at one sixty three

You gotta be be bad to hang with me

You gotta rocka with the jocko like a boot on a locker

Papa lock and do the boogaloo too

Ooo papa doo, bangalangaloo

I got tons and tons of fun for you

Ooo papa locka, papa got to shocka

Papa gotta rock a mama good

Gotta rock around the clocka, pappa locka gotta bang

The puntang-tang real good

Ediddly op this is the jock, and i’m back

On the scene with a rap machine

Dip da bop jip bam, check out this bad jam

Got to hollar mighty loud and clear, party is over here

Do it on the sofa, do it on the bed, do it on the roof

It’s good up there

Do it in the kitchen, do it in the hall

Do it in the closet up against the wall

Shake your buns by the tons to the beat of the drums

Turn your putang loose and have big fun

Make the ooga with the booga super ooga

This is the jocko and i’m talking to you

What I got should be against the law

I can sock it to you mama, make you scream for more

Censors rated me double x

After you mama, your sister’s next

Make your knees freeze, your back crack

Liver quiver, you’ll like it like that

I’m the ace from outer space

The hustling shaker in any place

I got a big bad rig dog dean

Guaranteed to make you scream

I’m clean, the board of health

Ain’t got a dime, but I represent wealth

Got fine thing hanging on the line

Gucci made my boots

Oleg Cassini and Bill Blass

Stitch my three piece suits

My underwear let me make this clear, is custom made to a T

Everything baby, everything baby looks so good on me

Take a look, take a look, bad enough to be in a history book

Shakes your buns by the tons to the rum a dum dum

Check out where i’m coming from

When I was born they took a look at me they said

«Good god, do you see what I see?»

«Call all the nurses and the doctors too

They’ll all agree this can’t be true»

Mama was schocked, papa was proud

He screamed so loud he drew a crowd

My baby’s a man can you understand

My baby’s a man, can you understand?

Years went by and they sure did fly

And I was grown before I knew it

I land the girls uppon the wall try to get to them all

But one of them said I blew it

She said «You gotta take time and not bend the line so come back here and do it»

Jocko, jocko you’re the king!

Best in the world when I do my thing

Break it down, shake it down, take it down to the ground

Do it good everytime!

Now do it *pop* do it *pop*

Bite a little piece and chew it

Have you met this lady who’s first name is

Looks a little worse than a beetle bug

Suddenly I’m happy to say I get them to do it in the USA

It ain’t how you look it’s what’s inside

That’ll hook up the dude, make him go for a ride

You don’t have to be a beauty queen

Just know what to do with the radar beam

I got the boot tonight, and it’s just right

Shake your buns with it mama, for the rest of the night

You gotta rocka with the jocko like a boot on a locker

Papa lock and do the boogaloo too

Ooo papa doo, bangalangaloo

I got tons and tons of fun for you

Ooo papa locka, papa got to shocka

Papa gotta rock a mama good

Gotta rock around the clocka

Pappa locka, gotta bang the puntang-tang real good

Woah, baby, baby!

Finished high school at Booker T

Made the highest marks you ever did see

I got a dip in my hip, I glide my slide

Make no mistake I’m over qualified

I got a B.A. degree, from Ton-of-Fun University

I got my masters and my PhD from Freak-Out University

Take a look, take a look, bad enough to be in the history book

This qualifies me to be, the best bun shaker you ever did see

Break with the ooga sooga booga with the ooga sooga booga

This is the jock and i’m still talking to ya

I know mommy o legs like a bird

Listen real good and you’ll get the word

Don’t ask for legs that ain’t what you do

There’s other parts you can sock it to

Seek, you shall find

Bun shaker will blow your mind

The cost of living is sky high

You wonder how you’re going to make it

You heave inside, buck fell and cry

You wonder how long you can take it

The price of heating all will make you boil

Food took a half a job

At supermarket checkout when you get your bill

You feel like a stupid chump

With the price of pork, forget about lamb

Shake your buns, shake your buns, do the best you can

I need a loan from the bank

Everytime you fill up your tank

When the dollars fly by on the pumps

They stick you up without a gun chump

Break with the ooga sooga booga with the oog soog booga

This is the jock and I’m talking to you

Jocko, jocko, what you got?

I got a bun shaking party that’s bound to rock

Do it in the bath tub, do it in the shower

Do it on the job if you work by the hour

Do it when you sing, do it when you walk

Do it better when you talk that talk

Do it on the street corner, do it on the train

Do it with the hostess on the Pan-Am plane

Shake your buns by the tons to the beat of the drums

Turn your poontang loose and have big fun

Bun shaking is the way to go

Get on your mark, get set go

Ooop bob a dip *pop* for a hip tip

Got a stone fox with rhythm in the box

Better than gold in Fort Knox

Come with me baby you’ll feel the thrill

I’m on my way to freakout-ville

I’ve got something to lay you do

You’ll scream for your mama and the police too

You’ll like it, you’ll like it for sure

Make no mistake in thinking you’ll be back for more

You better reason with my label cause I’m hundred proof

When the juice gets loose to the boogie to the roof

Don’t care if I do or die

I wanna see the juice fly

Birds do it in flight

Cats do it and cry

I do it cause I’m use to it

Leave me to it, I love to do it!

No pussy can’t be fun, do your thing baby get the job done

Do it *pop* on your roller skates, do it where ever you are

If you wanna feel a hell of a thrill, do it in the back of the car

Do it *pop* do it *pop*

Take a little bite and chew it

Now one more thing before I split

Rap with me and make some word of it

Oooop bob a dop, father the jock

It’s one, it’s two you know what to do

You gotta rock with the jock like a boot on the dock

Bock a lock and do the boogaloo too

Ooop bop a doo bang a lang a loo

I’ve got tons and tons of fun for you

Ooop bop docker papa got the shocker

Papa gotta rocka a mama good

Got a rock around the clock, mama jam papa dock

Bang the putang-tang real good

Hey ya’ll, I’m mighty proud

I want you to know you’re rapping proud

The ruler, little fools are the buddah

I’m all through talking to ya

Jocko, jocko, where have you been?

I’ve been around the world and back again

Bye, now!

Gotta say ciao!