Stop, Drop, and Roll

Let me tell ya bout a guy I know
He wasn't just your average Joe
He had the whole wide world at his feet
He knew everyone walking down the street
He had a very large appetite
For the ladies and the spotlight
He would always win when he rolled the dice
You could pay him for his good advice

Stop drop and roll
Stop Drop and roll
Stop drop and roll
Cause he's on fire

Let me tell ya bout a gal I know
She slapped the bass and picked the banjo
Folks would get in line just to watch her play
She wore a mini skirt and a French beret
A heart of gold and ahead of her time
She sang in key, and spoke in rhyme
She would always get the ace of spades
Her future was so bright she had to wear shades!

Stop drop and roll
Stop Drop and roll
Stop drop and roll
Cause she's on fire



Credits
Writer(s): Lara Levine
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