MIMI & JUNKIES Follow The Man - Follow The Man With His Pockets Ful Of The Jam Follow The Man - Follow The Man Help Me Out, Daddy If You Can Got
The jam is jumpin' The drums are pumpin' The groove is lockin' in the rhythm like we want it to be No time for stallin' We're really haulin' We've gotta
Yo, yo, yo Yo, if you gonna hit niggas' girl Just expect niggas to hit your girl And that's it, 112 help me say If she got with you when She already
little better, set a days, ooh yeah Oh, hand out, faces that he sees time again ain't that familiar, oh yeah Oh, dark grin, he can't help, when he's
MIMI & JUNKIES Follow the man - follow the man With his pockets full of the jam Follow the man - follow the man Help me out, daddy If you can Got any
not Conductor says Off of my train Be understood Guess those relationships ain't my thing Even if I could You ain't the kinda person I would help anyway
a part of it From the bottomless pit But my hands were made strong By the force of the Almighty They don't say that your generation Triumphantly Won't you help
like you sweet lew, how could you? sweet lew, makin' me blue a laker trade their bobby-d for a house, a crew by the sea a little help from 32, showtime
Out of my mind...out of my mind... All of the time... Wish you could help me mister... Wish you could lift me up... Wish you could pack my parachute
in a jam... Probally be sittin off in a pin I wouldn't be strong as I am and life I wouldn't understand Probally be dead or in a jam... Probally be sittin
like doorknobs Heart throb, never, black and ugly as ever However, I stay Coogi down to the socks Rings and watch filled with rocks And my jam knock
know me Come into my world of diamonds and pearls cause you look a little bit lonely I decided I wan to to cut, couldn't help but notice the shape of
like doorknobs Heart throb, never, black and ugly as ever However, I stay Coogi down to the socks Rings and watch filled with rocks And my jam knock in
Music by Benny Goodman, Jimmy Mundy, & Charlie Christian Lyric by Alan Paul The jam is jumpin' the drums are pumpin' the groove is lockin' in the rhythm
name was Shirl About a rooftop crime to steal her pearls Oozy down the bullets in the gun Just microwave themselves a ton The you tried to help
He's caught up in a jam. There's a meeting this morning It's just his luck oh damn! His hand dives in his pocket For his handkerchief. Pearls of sweat
