Lyrics
I got to rip up the road
I got two nights in a row
Oh, we gon' put on a show
With the black bull in tow
I'm in a Holy Ghost zone
I got a trunk full of gold
Don't look at me like that
Don't look at me like this
Uh
Ooh
Can you remember my name?
I swear you're all just the same
Oh tu parlais Anglais?
Can of Stella fish fillet?
In a foreshortened future
I saw you drink your kombucha
And it really don't suit ya
And I'm not the waiter
Uh
Ooh
We not playing around
I got a black bull in town
Oh
Down
I call a wolf a wolf
This is for real, ain't no spoof
I'm breaking bones on the roof
Who me? I'm not aloof
Forsooth, for shame
I done conquered where I came
And I'm a world away
'Cause I'm a man of today
Ooh
We not playing around
The black bull's in town
The black bull's in town
We not playing around
Ooh
Edwin Thomas Congreave, Jack William Bevan, James Andrew Smith, Yannis Barnabas Emanuel Philippakis
Warner Chappell Music, Inc.