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sprung monkey "get em outta here"
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sprung Monkey
Sprung Monkey
Background Vocals
Steve Summers
Steve Summers
Vocals
Mike Summers
Mike Summers
Guitar
William Riley
William Riley
Guitar
Tony Delocht
Tony Delocht
Alto
Ernie Longoria
Ernie Longoria
Percussion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sprung Monkey
Sprung Monkey
Composer
Steve Summers
Steve Summers
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jim Wirt
Jim Wirt
Producer
Jean-Marie Horvat
Jean-Marie Horvat
Mixing Engineer
Dave Kaplan
Dave Kaplan
Mixing Engineer
Doug Schwartz
Doug Schwartz
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Well I walked outside into a sunny day Called some friends to back my play We went downtown to taste a few And then over to the coast To see what kind of trouble we could get into What trouble we could get into What trouble we could get into What trouble we could get into In sweet home San Diego And then over to P.B. the tanning ladies San Diego girls, they drive me crazy Hooked up on a number or two We'll call 'em up later To see what kind of trouble we could get into What trouble we could get into What trouble we could get into What trouble we could get into And now all of the bad times (Get 'em outta here) To the bum with the cheap wine (Get 'em outta here) To the perps of the hate crimes (Get 'em outta here) Because the owner of a calm hand, he is the real man Punks on the get low (Get 'em outta here) To the fools with their fake gold (Get 'em outta here) To the San Diego po po (Get 'em outta here) (Get 'em outta here) And now I called up Zink to hit some spots Bought a couple of beers to chase the shots Pacers, platinum until two And then over to the Vu To see what kind of trouble we could get into What trouble we could get into What trouble we could get into The troubles that we get into 'Cause the nine's in the front row (Get 'em outta here) To the swollen tongue coke ho (Get 'em outta here) To the watered down drinks low (Get 'em outta here) Because unless it is a stiff trip You get no tip Fighting in the peep booth (Get 'em outta here) You got the tweeker with the one tooth (Get 'em outta here) Say poppa on the 80 proof (Get 'em outta here) (Get 'em outta here) And well, now back home to find my bed I got a cool buzz chillin' inside my head But just before the sun breaks through I choke a little laugh and think about The trouble we could get into What trouble we could get into What trouble we could get into The troubles that we get into To the busta with the hippy crack (Get 'em outta here) To the gold chain hair backs (Get 'em outta here) You got the locs with the swag sacks (Get 'em outta here) Because unless you got the kind nugs You get no love Wannabe pornstars (Get 'em outta here) To the toughs that are so hard (Get 'em outta here) Granny in her sports car (Get 'em outta here) (Get 'em outta here) Get 'em outta here Get 'em outta here Get 'em outta here I said, "Get 'em outta here" I got the label with the crook deals (Get 'em outta here) You got the bands that play with no feel (Get 'em outta here) You got the sailor in the high heels (Get 'em outta here) Got the stuffin' that bottleneck Talk about a shipwreck Itchy faced crackheads (Get 'em outta here) You got the flatulating fat chicks (Get 'em outta here) You got to blast all hypocrites (Get 'em outta here) (Get 'em outta here)
Writer(s): Anthony Francois De Locht, Ernesto Longoria, William E. Riley, Michael H. Summers, Stephen E. Summers Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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