Rhythm Talk

[Intro]
Jocko, Jocko, can you rap?
I'm the best in the world, you can bet on that
Ain't here putting nobody down
But pound for pound I'm the best around
I'm the middle weight champ at one sixty three
You gotta be be bad to hang with me

[Chorus]
You gotta rocka with the Jocko like a boot on a locker
Papa lock and do the boogaloo too
Ooh papa doo, bangalangaloo
I got tons and tons of fun for you
Ooh papa locka, papa got the shocka
Papa gotta rock a mama good
Gotta rock around the clocka, mama jam
Papa doc will the poontang-tang real good

[Verse 1]
Ediddly op this is the jock, and I'm back
On the scene with a rap machine
Dip da bop jip bam, check out this bad jam
Got to holler mighty loud and clear, party is over here
Do it on the sofa, do it on the chair
Do it on the roof, it's good up there
Do it in the kitchen, do it in the hall
Do it in the closet up against the wall
Shake your buns by the tons to the beat of the drums
Turn your poontang loose and have big fun
Make the ooga with the booga super ooga
This is the Jocko and I'm talking to you
What I got should be against the law
I can sock it to you mama, make you scream for more
Censors rated me double x
After you mama, your sister's next
Make your knees freeze, back crack
Liver quiver, you'll like it like that
I'm the ace from outer space
The most bun shaker any place
I got a big bad rig dog dean
Guaranteed to make you scream
I'm clean, the board of health
Ain't got a dime, but I represent wealth
I got fine thing hanging on the line, Gucci made my boots
Oleg Cassini and Bill Blass stitch my three piece suits
My underwear let me make this clear, is custom made to a T
Everything baby, everything baby looks so good on me
Take a look, take a look, bad enough to be in a history book
Shakes your buns by the tons to the rum a dum dum
Check out where I'm coming from
When I was born they took a look at me they said
"Good god, do you see what I see?"
"Call all the nurses and the doctors too
They'll all agree this can't be true"
Mama was shocked, papa was proud
He screamed so loud he drew a crowd
My baby's a man can you understand
My baby's a man, can you understand?
Years went by and they sure did fly
And I was grown before I knew it
I lined the girls up on the wall and tried to get to them all
But one of them said, "I blew it"
She said "You gotta take time and not bend the line so come back here and do it"
Jocko, Jocko you're the king!
Best in the world when I do my thing
Break it down, shake it down, take it down to the ground
Do it good everytime!
Now do it *pop* do it *pop*
Bite a little piece and chew it
Have you met this lady who's first name is Dud
Looks a little worse than a beetle bug
Suddenly I'm happy to say I get them to do it in the USA
It ain't how you look it's what's inside
That'll hook up the dude, make him go for a ride
You don't have to be a beauty queen
Just know what to do with the radar beam
I got the boot tonight, and it's just right
Shake your buns with it mama, for the rest of the night

[Chorus]
You gotta rocka with the Jocko like a boot on a locker
Papa lock and do the boogaloo too
Ooh papa doo, bangalangaloo
I got tons and tons of fun for you
Ooh papa locka, papa got the shocka
Papa gotta rock a mama good
Gotta rock around the clocka, mama jam
Papa doc will the poontang-tang real good

[Verse 2]
Woah, baby, baby!
Finished high school at Booker T
Made the highest marks they ever did see
I got a dip in my hip, I glide my slide
Make no mistake I'm over qualified
I got a B.A. degree, from Ton-of-Fun University
I got my Masters and my PhD from Freak-Out University
Take a look, take a look, bad enough to be in the history book
This qualifies me to be, the best bun shaker you ever did see
Break with the ooga sooga booga with the ooga sooga booga
This is the jock and I'm still talking to ya
I know mommy o legs like a bird
Listen real good and you'll get the word
Don't ask for legs that ain't what you do
There's other parts you can sock it to
Seek, you shall find
Bun shaker will blow your mind
The cost of living is sky high
You wonder how you're going to make it
You heave inside, buck fell and cry
You wonder how long you can take it
The price of heating oil will make you boil
Food took a half a job
At supermarket checkout when you get your bill
You feel like a stupid chump
With the price of pork, forget about lamb
Shake your buns, shake your buns, do the best you can
You need a loan from the bank
Everytime you fill up your tank
When the dollars fly by on the pumps
They stick you up without a gun chump
Break with the ooga sooga booga with the oog soog booga
This is the jock and I'm talking to you
Jocko, Jocko, what you got?
I got a bun shaking party that's bound to rock
Do it in the bath tub, do it in the shower
Do it on the job if you work by the hour
Do it when you sing, do it when you walk
You do it better when you talk that talk
Do it on the street corner, do it on the train
I did it with the hostess on the Pan-Am plane
Shake your buns by the tons to the beat of the drums
Turn your poontang loose and have big fun
Bun shaking is the way to go
Get on your mark, get set go
Ooop bob a dip *pop* for a hip tip
Got a stone fox with rhythm in the box
Better than gold in Fort Knox
Come with me baby you'll feel the thrill
I'm on my way to freakout-ville
I've got something to lay you do
You'll scream for your mama and the police too
You'll like it, you'll like it for sure
Make no mistake in thinking you'll be back for more
You better read my label 'cause I'm hundred proof
When the juice gets loose to the boogie to the roof
Don't care if I do or die, wanna see the juice fly
Birds do it in flight, cats do it and cry
I do it cause I'm use to it
Leave me to it, I love to do it!
No pussy can't be fun, do your thing baby get the job done
Do it *pop* on your roller skates, do it where ever you are
If you wanna feel a hell of a thrill, do it in the back of the car
Do it *pop* do it *pop*
Take a little bite and chew it
Now one more thing before I split
Rap with me and make some word of it
Oooop bob a dop, father the jock
It's one, it's two you know what to do

[Chorus]
You gotta rocka with the Jocko like a boot on a locker
Papa lock and do the boogaloo too
Ooh papa doo, bangalangaloo
I got tons and tons of fun for you
Ooh papa locka, papa got the shocka
Papa gotta rock a mama good
Gotta rock around the clocka, mama jam
Papa doc will the poontang-tang real good

[Outro]
Hey y'all, I'm mighty proud
I want you to know you're rapping proud
The ruler, little fools are the buddah
I'm all through talking to ya
Jocko, Jocko, where have you been?
I've been around the world and back again
Bye, now!
Gotta say ciao!