Kinky Afro Lyrics

You go spooky in a band

Son, I? m 30
I only went with your mother? cause she? s dirty
And I don? t have a decent bone in me
What you get is just what you see, yeah

I should so, I take it free, yeah
And all the bad preserves be things that feed me
I never help or give to the needy
Come on and see me

Yippee, ippee, ey, ey, ay, yey, yey
I had to crucify some brother today
And I don? t dig what you gotta say
So, come on and say it
Come on and tell me twice

I said,? Dad, you? re a shabby
You run around and groove like a baggy
You? re only here just out of habit
All that? s mine you might as well have it

You take 10p back and then stab it
Spray it on and tag it
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So, sack on me, I can? t stand the needy
Get around here if you? re asking you? re feeling?

Yippee, ippee, ey, ey, ay, yey, yey
I had to crucify somebody today
And I don? t dig what you gotta say
So, come on and say it
And come on and tell me twice

So, sack all the needy
I can? t stand to leave it
You come around here and you put both your feet in

Yippee, ippee, ey, ey, ay, yey, yey
I had to crucify somebody today
And I don? t hear what you gotta say
So, go on and say it

Yippee, ippee, ey, ey, ay, yey, yey
I had to crucify some brother today
And I don? t hear what you gotta say
So, come on and say it
And come on and tell me twice

Songwriter(s): Shaun Ryder, Paul Anthony Ryder, Mark Philip Day, Gary Kenneth Whelan, Paul Richard Davis
Copyright: London Music (gb 1), Warner/Chappell Music Publishing Ltd, William George Entertainment Ltd.
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