blow your mind It's the dominant conglomerate, prominent and I'ma get What I gotta get, twist another sweet and bob to the beat Rollin' up another swisha
(Going down on buffalo bob) Howdy doody in the woodshed (Going down on buffalo bob) Howdy doody in the woodshed (Going down on buffalo bob) The woodshed He does his job he works with Bob
grill it up ?Cuz we've got burgers We've got weenies We got the Aunt May And the Uncle Bob We've got the green peas And the corn on the cob Yes the
that Cashville Glass filled to the tippy-top, back-seat Benz Spent my last cent on the rent, left with pocket lints A damn shame, gotta grind anythang and everythang Jimmy Crack Corn
) Howard Kaylan (lead vocals, dialog) Ian Underwood (woodwinds, keyboards, vocals) Aynsley Dunbar (drums) Jim Pons (bass, vocals, dialog) Bob Harris (
, black, you're gettin' stuck, Jack My moms told me to get a job, fuck that aiyo, picture me gettin' a job Takin' orders from Bob, sellin' corn on the
ain't playin witcha I'm from the home of the neck bones, black eyed peas, turnip and collard greens We the children on the corn dirtier than Bob Marley
walk the footsteps of a stranger You'll learn things you never knew, you never knew Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon Or ask the grinning bob
So gun man watch it Rastaman come strong with love inna di district Yuh ah muss American with yuh gun pon yuh hip Di cowboy dem still ah hype cause Bob
give a damn And I got a different angle like a parallelogram And you'll be all ears like a field of corn I'll make you dizzy like Gillespie as I toot my own horn
right and I'm Bob Barker This is your brain on drugs This is your brain on Jackie Onassis All you crotch goblins Can kiss our asses Yes Siree like corn
But river, while you're rolling you can do some work for me. Now from Washington and Oregon you can hear them factories a-hum, Making corn and making
[INTRO] Bless up right now straight seniorite clear Sean Paul and sight Bob Sinclair Pumba Yo, Tik Tok, Tik Tok, yo Yo, Tik Tok, Tik Tok, yo Yo, Tik
ass) And put the feelings aside, I know who I am I cast the grain by the pound I make sounds with the horn When I colour the corn, caught the fit And
Go back ten years ago Sunbeams dancing down Autumn's child, autumn's child Autumn's child Got a loophole round her finger Halo rings her head Corn husk
ain't playin' witcha I'm from the home of the neck bones Black Eyed Peas, turnip and Collard Greens We the children on the corn dirtier than Bob Marley
bass) Ed mann (percussion) Chad wackerman (drums) Ike willis (vocals) Terry bozzio (vocals) Dale bozzio (vocals) Napoleon murphy brock (vocals) Bob harris