't need no private eye Forget the fbi 'cause when the beaver sings Look out I'm closing in Chorus: In the go zone, ready to fly In the go zone, standing up
I like them small And if they asked me to take the oath, I would have to take them all Give me that ruff stuff Don't want your face round here I don't want your
in the nick of time Lose sleep, get grief Some day get no relief Quick punch, closed eye You didn't knew it and you wonder why Lynch mob on your tail
, sugar cane Dressin' up to kill Like a fireball in the shadow Like a storm that's gonna show Like an overwhelmed volcano Getting set to blow, set to blow
't teach And I always kick the castle that's been built up on the beach Animal, animal Cannibal, cannibal See 'em fall, see 'em fall I'm the guy that they call - What's your
t make the news 'til they're doin' time Schemers turn the screw They get the word and they drop on you Lay down the law black of the night Run up a score
gonna roll roll roll We're gonna take this town, turn it around We're gonna roll roll roll I'm gonna blow up my video Shut down my radio Told boss man
(you get your head down, will you) I want you to march Eyes go right, shoulder arms Left wheel turn, show your charms Change your clothes, cut your
it's a two's up It's gonna be two's up We're gonna have a two's up, two's up, two's up, two's up There ain't nothin' like a two's up
re gonna roll roll roll We're gonna take this town, turn it around We're gonna roll roll roll I'm gonna blow up my video Shut down my radio Told boss
don't need no one to hose me down To hose me down Getting ready to break Getting ready to go Get your shoes off and shake Get your head down and blow
go zone, standing up high In the go zone, down on the block In the go zone, ready to rock In the go zone, leave me to die In the go zone, standing up
the nick of time Lose sleep, get grief Some day get no relief Quick punch, closed eye You didn't knew it and you wonder why Lynch mob on your tail Think
ruff stuff Ruff Stuff Baby Baby give me ruff stuff Takin' all the ruff stuff (I want that) Don't want your face round here Don't want your face round here I don't want your
sugar cane Dressin' up to kill Like a fireball in the shadow Like a storm that's gonna show Like an overwhelmed volcano Getting set to blow, set to blow
get your head down, will you) I I want you I want you to I want you to march Eyes go right, shoulder arms Left wheel turn, show your charms Change your
