Bedtime boys!
Oh mom!
Now hey there people, won't you lend an ear?
'cause I've a story to tell and I'm telling it here
I was born in a town in the great UK
From a baby to a boy to a man today
And I'm a musical man, and I'm a man of verse
But I've got a little problem and it's getting worse
Well my life was so well planned
Survivin' and a-jivin' in a f-f-funk band
'cause rappin', it's my, bread and butter
But it's hard to rap when you're born with a st-st-st, st, st-st, st,
st-t, st-t, stutter!
Well no-one's ever seen what I mean
From the age of n-n-n-n-n-n-thirteen
We've all been caught in a m-m-mouth trap
So join with us and do the st-st-st-st-st-st-st-stutter rap
Well it was '82 when I joined the boys
And I was hip, and I was cool, but now I've lost my poise
The kids, our fans, are starting to doubt
When you open your mouth and nothing comes out
And it breaks my heart that we're not on the chart
'cause the record's nearly over when the vocals start
And I'm down and out, and I'm down on my luck
And I'm livin' on my own and I'm dying for a fr-riend to say "You're great!" But I'm under the hammer
'cause all I seem to do is s-s-s-st-
Come on man!
s-s-s-st-stammer!
Well no-one's ever seen what I mean
From the age of n-n-n-n-n-n-thirteen
We've all been caught in a m-m-mouth trap
So join with us and do the st-st-st-st-st-st-st-stutter rap
Neighbours
Well interviewers turn away
Who wants to be covered with spray?
Talkin' to me for more than an hour
Is equivalent to an April shower
It's tough! Tough! Tougher than tough!
It's worse than Benny Hill and that's bad enough!
Something must be wrong with your vocal technique
When the twelve inch mix goes on for a week
I was rappin' in my club the other night
When nothin' I said was comin' out right
The crowd got angry, and this one man
He was gonna throw a bottle
He was gonna chuck a can, chuck a can, chuck it, chuck it, chuck it,
chuck it
Well no-one's ever seen what I mean
From the age of n-n-n-n-n-n-thirteen
We've all been caught in a m-m-mouth trap
So join with us and do the st-st-st-st-st-st-st-stutter rap
N-N-N-N-N-N-N-N-N-N-N-N-N-N-N-N-NO, NEED, FOR SHOUTING!
W-w-w-w-why's that then?
Well, you'll wake Mr Whittaker at number thirty-two
Besides, it's not very good for the voice
(An amplifier or similar shorts out)
Uuhhh!
That's a bit harsh isn't it?
NO, SLEEP, 'TIL BEDTIME!
Talking of which it's ten-thirty already!
Is it? Ooooh!
What time do they stay up 'til in America?
(I mean)
Oh, very late. Sometimes quarter to eleven
(Ahhhh)
Well actually I've heard in New York they sometimes even stay up 'til midnight
No! No wonder they do all that shouting
(I mean)
Yes, they must be very snappy and irritable
That's right
(Ahhhh)
Do you know, I heard a story that those Toastie Boys stayed up 'til
quarter past twelve!
Really? Well that's just silly!
They're just gonna get burnt out
Burnt out!
Well no-one's ever seen what I mean
From the age of n-n-n-n-n-n-thirteen
We've all been caught in a m-m-mouth trap
So join with us and do the st-st-st-st-st-st-st-stutter rap
Well no-one's ever seen what I mean
From the age of n-n-n-n-n-n-thirteen
We've all been caught in a m-m-mouth trap
So join with us and do the st-st-st-st-st-st-st-stutter rap
Well no-one's ever seen what I mean
From the age of n-n-n-n-n-n-thirteen...
(Fades out)
― Dom Passantino (Dom Passantino), Sunday, 9 February 2003 18:48 (twenty-two years ago)
Heres what I think she says:
Now that you are here with me
Baby, let's do it right
Lady, you know just what I need
I want to hold you oh so tight
Baby, just touch me anywhere
Cutie, you turn me on
Ooh baby, I'd like to run my fingers through your hair
So come on and stay with me, all right
Chorus:
I wanna rock wit'cha, baby
All night long
I wanna roll wit'cha, lady
Feelin's so strong
I wanna rock wit'cha, baby
All night long
Rock and roll, and roll and rock
Make your sweet love, don't ya ever stop
No, sweet baby, no...
How bout a little music now
Let's hear some Marvin Gaye
Ooh, let me rub your shoulders down
Let's take the night away
Feel your heart beat next to mine
Baby, I'll make you feel love
I think I can tell what's on your mind
I know I can make it right
(chorus) x 2
― Chris V. (Chris V), Monday, 10 February 2003 14:47 (twenty-two years ago)