Rip This Joint (Live)

Papa says,"Yes", Mama says,"No"

Make up your mind 'cause I gotta go

I'm gonna raise hell...

Papa says,"Yes", Mama says,"No"

Make up your mind 'cause I gotta go

I'm gonna raise hell at that Union Hall

Drive myself right over the wall

I'll rip this joint on a radio

I'm movin' right across into Buffalo

I'll roll this joint, gonna get down low

Around and around, and around we go

Ooh-yeah, ooh-yeah

Mr. President, Mr. Immigration Man

Let me in, baby, to this fair land

I'm Tampa-bound and Memphis too

A short, fat fanny is on the loose

Threaten this toy when you get down low

Around and around, and around we go

I'll roll this joint, gonna get down low

Start my story, I'm gonna shock the show

Dang, dang, do my thing

Now, brother, won't you hear me sing?

Flip, flop, fit to drop

Now, baby, won't you let it rock?

Ooh-yeah, ooh-yeah

San Jose down to Santa Fe

Kiss me quick, baby, won't you make my day?

New Orleans with the Dixie teens

'Cross to Dallas, Texas with the Butter Queen

I'll rip this joint, gonna rip yours too

Some brand new steps and some weight to lose

I'll roll this joint, gonna get down low

Around and around, and around we go

Bam, bam, Birmingham

Alabama don't give a damn

Little Rock, fit to drop

Now, fella, won't you let it rock?

'Round and around we go