Put some wax on the tracks
And slide on out of here
Hatchets to the corner
Ant's to the ground
Improve to the groove
Get down to the sound
bu*tons and bows
And bleu, blanc, rouge,
All things lively
Must be used
Liberté, egalité
Au jour d'hui c'est trés trés trés
Voici l'opportunité, nous incroyables
I got the moves
They got the grooves
Summon the gods
And they all approve
Bad vibes akimbo
On the shelf
Bit of a rap thing
Going for myself
These gold on the teeth
No sense at all
It only matters
When it's on the wall
I'm standing here with my four men
Let's start that rapping thing again
CHORUS
Marco, Merrick, Terry Lee
Gary Tibbs and Yours Truly
In the Naughty North and in the Sexy South
We're all singing
I have the mouth
In the Naughty North and in the Sexy South
We're all singing
I have the mouth
I have the mouth
So tired of anarchists looking at me
Don't need their credibility
"Destroy", they say, "Defy", "Condemn"
As long as you don't destroy them
With twenty years of d** and drink
I thought the time had some to think
About standing up and saying that
It's a tragedy, and such old hat
I'm standing here with my four men
Let's start that rapping thing again
CHORUS
The happy feet are all we need
Summoned the gods and they all agreed
These feet won't stop, they're in such a hurry
Knock it on the head and I go for a curry
Staying sober can be neat
Right down to your happy feet
Keep on trying to pin me down
Why a title for your sound?
I'm standing here with my four men
Do this rapping thing again
CHORUS
In the Naughty North and in the Sexy South
We're all singing
I have the mouth. x 6
And I have the mouth
And you have the mouth
And he got the mouth