Lyrics:Bugs

by Greg Lee

There's a boy on the corner of the studio block. He's a wild, wild river with a knee-high sock. My Boy, he's a wild, wild river. (I got my own bugs) My Boy, got a head with a zipper. (I got my own bugs, too) Well he grab your arm like a heart attack. Some day he wind up with hair on his back. There's a big bug sitting right next to me. He say yea he say no he say who the heck are we? Got a tongue like lightening and hair of steel. He never will bow and he never will kneel. My Man, got a bug in his ear-o. My Man better look in the mirror. There's a tiny one living in the shoe with me. Go into the kitchen with the enemy. Gonna stomp on the box with a yelling sound. Play the drum all night till the moon go down. My Man, take a look in the mirror. My Man, take a look in the river. I got a thousand Manoulies climbing up the wall. Make the studio room look like Mardei Gras. Chicken in the pot stinking up the fridge. Well I won't eat the bun and I can't eat the pig. My Man, he's the chief of Morocco. My Man, he's the big rocko-socko. My Man, he's a wild-life liver, Everybody gotta look in the mirror.