"Electric Eel (Ass Shake in E)"  Parental Advisory genre: Funk
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	The reason for this music that we're makin' - is for BOOTY SHAKIN'...hey, Hey, HEY!!!
	MP3.com CD: Meet the Gravy - buy it! CD: Meet the Gravy   Label: none. - Now ain't that somethin'? Credits: Written, Produced and Performed by BURL JIVES
	Lyrics Electric Eel (Ass-shake in 'E') Julius got shut out like a lamplight. JFK say Texas - stay away. Hinkley and his Smith & Wesson, tried to kill himself in prison - probably best that freak's still locked away. Jesus bled, color red - three days later wake the dead. He was the king of the road. Little girl light as a feather, keep the lace but lose the leather. We're tryin' to help you see God, yeah. (chorus) Dance like that ass was an electric eel. Nipples get hard, baby, how that feel? You're lookin' ripe - like a coconut I break you open lookin' for the milk inside. For the milk inside. Rabin - he caught a bullet in the sunlight. They say Earl Ray blew MLK away. Crispus hit the floor and revolutionary war was started. Hey, hey, hey. Jesus bled, color red - three days later wake the dead. He was the king of the road. Happy for one night together. Glass of ice and Eagle's feather. Still trying to help you see God...... (chorus) Dance like that ass was an electric eel. Nipples get hard, baby, how that feel? You're lookin' ripe - like a coconut I break you open lookin' for the milk inside. For the milk inside. I break you open. I said Guinness Stout, you brought me Bud Light. I see color blue and you see grey. The reason for this music that we're makin' is for booty shakin'. Once again with the hey, hey, hey! Jesus bled, color red - three days later wake the dead. He was the king of the road. Little girl light as a feather, keep the lace but lose the leather. We finally got you right there to the top right now - and here we go...... (chorus) Dance like that ass was an electric eel. Nipples get hard, baby, how that feel? You're lookin' ripe - like a coconut I break you open lookin' for the milk inside......... - Black mountain of knowledge calls to me. Through amber waves of grain. I look up and I drop to my knees.....they fucked up everything. Shit, I'd do anything to make it all gone. And then the hotdoggin' policeman trailin' me. I've got to get away. I'd be gone if I could find my keys.....they fucked up everything.......they fucked up everything........fucked up everything...... Dance like that ass was an electric eel. Nipples get hard, baby, how that feel? You're lookin' ripe - like a coconut I break you open lookin' for the milk inside. For the milk inside.

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