Honkin' On Bobo

Ladies and gentlemen!
Step right up
Let's go see the elephant

Well I'm a road runner honey

I'm a road runner honey
And you can't keep up with me
Well I'm a road runner lover
And you can't keep up with me
You got a green light baby
Baby baby you will see

Well, move over honey
Baby, let me by
Yeah move over honey
C'mon, let me by
I wanna show you baby, cheers
Here's mud in your eye
Well, eat my dust

Let's have a road runnin' wedding
And we gotta get it right
They'll be a road runnin' wedding
Yeah but it can't be white
Wedding bells tomorrow mornin'
And burn some rubber tonight

Guitar solo!

Well I'm a road runner honey, beep beep
Well I'm a road runner honey, beep beep
Yeah I'm a road runner honey, beep beep
Well I'm a road runner honey, beep beep
Well I'm a road runner
Well I'm a road runner
Well I'm a road runner
A road runner
A road runner
A road runner, honey

Shame, shame, shame on you Miss Roxy
Shame, shame, shame on you Miss Roxy
Shame, shame, shame on what you done

You made me sweat an' talk, till I was skin an' bone
You caused your lover's grief, oh, look at me now

Shame, shame, shame on you, Miss Roxy
Shame, shame, shame On you, Miss Roxy,
Shame, shame, shame on what you done
You know what you've done!

Well I was off the dice, I didn't touch the gin
And then the dam broke loose, you were the reason

Shame, shame, shame on you Miss Roxy
Shame, shame, shame on you Miss Roxy
Shame, shame, shame on what you done

An' now you want me back? Well I can tell your plain
You're gonna heed my word, down on your knees girl

Shame, shame, shame on you Miss Roxy
Shame, shame, shame on you Miss Roxy
Shame, shame, shame on what you done

Well, shame, shame, shame on you Miss Roxy
Shame, shame, shame, shame
Shame, shame, shame, shame
Shame on you, shame on what you done
Yeah, shame, shame, shame on what you done
Hooba, hooba!

You're talking 'bout your woman
I wish to God man that you could see mine
You're talking 'bout your woman
I wish to God that you could see mine
Every time the little girl start to loving
She bring eyesight to the blind

Lord, her daddy must been a millionaire
'Cause I can tell by the way she walk
Her daddy must been a millionaire
Because I can tell by the way she walk
Every time she start to loving
The deaf and dumb begin to talk

I remember one Friday morning
We was lying down across the bed
Man in the next room a-dying
Stopped dying and lift up his head, and said
Lord, ain't she pretty, and the whole state know she's fine

Every time she start to loving
she bring eyesight to the blind

Yes, I declare she's pretty and the whole state knows she's fine
Man, I declare she's pretty, God knows I declare she's fine
Every time she starts to loving
She brings eyesight to the blind

Baby please don't go
Baby please don't go
Baby please don't go down to New Orleans
You know I love you so
Baby please don't go

Well your mind done gone
Well your mind done gone
Yeah, ya mind done gone
Down to county farm
You got the shackles on
Baby please don't go, yeah

Before I be the dog
Before I be the dog
Before I be the dog
Get your way down here
Make you walk along
Baby please don't go, yeah

Baby please don't go
Baby please don't go
Baby please don't go down to New Orleans
Ya know I love ya so
Baby please don't go

And I feel right now
My baby's leavin'
On that midnight train
And I'm dyin', dyin', dyin'
dyin', dyin', dyin', dyin',
dyin', dyin', dyin', dyin', dyin'

Baby please don't go
Baby please don't go
Baby please don't go down to New Orleans
Ya know I love ya so
Baby please don't go

Well I look way down that lonesome road
Well I look way down that lonesome road
Way way down
Way way down
Way way down that lonesome road

I know that back back train will get you home
Back back train will get you home
Back back train
Back back train
Back back train will get you home, yeah

Well I thought I heard that church bell toll
I thought I heard that church bell toll
Told your lie
Told your lie
Told your lie somebody told me so

Well I'm goin' home on mornin' train
I'm goin' home on mornin' train
I'm goin' home
Goin' home
I'm goin' home on mornin' train

Well that back back train will take you home
Back back train will take you home
Take me home
Take me home
Take me, take me home

Take me home
Take me

You gotta move
You gotta move
You gotta move
You gotta move
Oh, when my God gets ready
You gotta move
You gotta move

You may be high
You may be low
You may be rich, God
You may be poor
Brother, when the Lord get ready
You gotta move
You gotta move

You may be old
You may be young
You may be weak
Maybe high-strung
Brother, when the good Lord get ready
You gotta move
You gotta move

You see that woman
Who walks the street
You see that cop man
Who walks his beat
But when the Lord gets ready
You gotta move
You gotta move

Yeah I was hangin' with the Devil when we made a pact
I'm drinkin' welfare whiskey, smokin' food stamp crack
It was one part sour, two parts sweet
Three parts strong, and four parts weak

I would rather sit on a pumpkin
And have it all to myself
Then to be crowded on a velvet cushion

You may be blind
You cannot see
You may be deaf
It's all meant to be
But when the Lord get ready
You gotta move
You gotta move

You gotta move
You gotta move
You gotta move
You got to move
When the God get ready
You gotta move
You gotta
You gotta move

You gotta move
You gotta move

I never thought a first time love would ever last
How could a kiss like that knock me flat on my ass?

The burning bed
The rose is dead
And now I'm dancing with myself

Yeah, I'm missin' you
Just like you want me too
You made me trip into the grind
Now I can't get you off of my mind

Your sweet talkin' hip shakin' walkin' gonna blow a man away
Kiss butt, guess what even double-crossin' dogs have their day
So forget about
Regret about
You're right I ain't afraid to say

Yeah, I'm missing you
Just like you want me to
You made me trip into the grind
Now I can't get you off

And the more I try
Leads to the same old lie
You made me slip into the grind
Now I can't get you off

Of the cloud we was on
And now it's all gone
Tell me why, why, why, why
Why ain't I getting through
Ain't no lie that I

Tell me was it good, for you
Tell me what you want

Yeah, 'cause I'm missing you
Just like you knew I'd do
You made me trip into the grind
Now I can't get you off

And the moreI try
Leads to the same old why
You made me trip into the grind
Now I can't, can't, can't get you
Get you
Get you
Get you
Get you
Get you
Get you
Get you

Off of my mind

Well I'm ready, ready as anybody can be
I am ready, a ready as anybody can be
I'm ready for you
I hope you ready for me

Got an out of town pistol with the graveyard frame
It shoots tombstone bullets with the ball and chain
I'm drinkin' TNT and smokin' dynamite
I hope some schoolboy pick a fight

'Cause I'm ready, ready as anybody can be
Well I'm ready for you, I hope you ready for me
Now listen

All you pretty little chicks with your curly hair
Know you feel like I ain't nowhere
But stop what you're doin' honey, come over here
I'll prove it to ya baby that I ain't no square

'Cause I'm ready, ready as anybody can be
Now I'm ready for you, I hope you ready for me
Look out, look out

Well I been drinkin' gin like never before
I'm feelin' so good, honey that's for sure
One more drink, honey I wish you would
Take a whole lotta lovin' to make me feel good

'Cause I'm ready, ready as anybody can be
Well I'm ready for you, I hope you ready for
A ready for
A ready for

Well I'm ready for
You know I'm ready for you

My baby gimme high temperature
My baby gimme high temperature

Yeah, 101 when we kiss and dance
102 for a late night romance
103, 4 and 5
It get to hot to stay alive

My baby gimme high temperature
My baby gimme high temperature

When I see her comin', down the street
I be the fever giver, high to the beat
103, 4 and 5
It get to hot to stay alive

My baby gimme high temperature
My baby gimme high temperature

97, 98 is just a false alarm
My temperature 105 when I hold her, in my arms
103, 4 and 5
It get to hot to stay alive

Baby, please stop messin' 'round
You're messin' around all the time
Baby, please stop messin' around
You're messin' around all the time
You don't stop messin' 'round
You'll be somebody's baby
Instead of mine

You're rockin' me baby
Till my face turns cherry red
You rock me so hard babe
I fall right out of bed

I said stop messin' 'round
You're messin' around all the time
You don't stop messin' 'round
You'll be somebody's baby
Instead of mine

C'mon Brad, let's go!

C'mon Steven, one more time
That's it baby!

You're rockin' me baby
Till my face turns cherry red
You rock me so hard babe
I fall right out of bed

I said stop messin' 'round
You're messin' around all the time
You don't stop messin' 'round
You'll be somebody's baby
Instead of mine
C'mon

Jesus is on the main line, tell him what you want
Jesus is on the main line, tell him what you want
Jesus is on the main line, tell him what you want
Oh, call him up and tell him what you want

Well, he will come in a hurry, just tell him what you want
I said, he will come in a hurry, just tell him what you want
Oh he will come in a hurry, just tell him what you want
Oh, call him up and tell him what you want

Jesus is on the main line, tell him what you want
Jesus is on the main line, tell him what you want
Jesus is on the main line, just tell him what you want
Oh, call him up and tell him what you want

If you're sick and you can't get well, just tell him what you want
Oh, if you're sick and you can't get well, just tell him what you want
Yeah, if you're sick and you can't get well, tell him what you want
Oh, call him up and tell him what you want

Jesus is on the main line, tell him what you want
Yeah, Jesus is on the main line, just tell him what you want
Jesus is on the main line, just tell him what you want
Oh, call him up and tell him what you want