Lesson #142/Lesson #141

Well, wait
I trip you with my golden rod, perfect yellow in a field of two lips, mixed in the parched sea

Your mama won't tell ol' Bamba which way to roll
You hear me talkin?
Your mama won't tell ol' Bamba which way to roll
You know what I'm saying?

Well, wait
Until the priest comes, until playtime's over, until we say

Your mama won't tell ol' Bamba which way to roll.
You hear me talkin?
Your mama won't tell ol' Bamba which way to roll.
All right
Here come's the world now

Well, wait
Until the dawn comes, until I meet you in the middle of that long highway
Little sister, little sister, going my way?
Places everyone
Hey Hey Yeah

Your mama won't tell ol' Bamba which way to roll
You hear me talkin?
Your mama won't tell ol' Bamba which way to roll
Yeah it's all about me, they say

And we say the end is far away and the fields are green and we don't want to pay
And we don't want to pay
Little sister, I want to play for you
Mr. President, I want to Ah

Come on baby, one time
In the Oval Office, baby

And we sleep and we float and you know we're grooving
Here's a Joe, there's a Joe
Everywhere Joe Dugan

Here's a Joe, There's a Joe and you know he's groovin'
Let me teach you how to sleep, here we go Joe Dugan

And we sleep and we float and you know we're grooving
Here's a Joe, there's a Joe
Everywhere Joe Dugan

Here's a Joe, There's a Joe and you know he's groovin'
Let me teach you how to sleep, here we go Joe Dugan

And we sleep and we float and you know we're grooving
Here's a Joe, there's a Joe
Everywhere Joe Dugan

Here's a Joe, There's a Joe and you know he's groovin'
Let me teach you how to sleep, here we go Joe Dugan

And we sleep and we float and you know we're grooving
Here's a Joe, there's a Joe
Everywhere Joe Dugan

Here's a Joe, There's a Joe and you know he's groovin'
Let me teach you how to sleep, here we go Joe Dugan