Lyrics:

Behind most men there's old-time girls
She hates stood up
She hates my pearls
Everytime she sees us hanging on
But this is what you'll hear her song
Ahaha
Not get out
Ahaha
Yeah, not get out
You dwelling me back
You and that adventure Hallyday gets
Get lost
Chan belles, she just gon' dig
The other night we were hoppin' about
To dwing rice and rackle, we were ten feet tall
When income's small acting like a squad
You'd think they all could be my dad
Ahaha
Not get out
Ahaha
Yeah, not get out
You dwelling me back
You and that adventure Hallyday gets
Get lost
Chan belles see Joe so square
Well I've got a girl called mother Louise
She five feet two
And she make-ups to please
When it comes to knockin' she can wiggle your neck
But somehow now can't seem to take
Ahaha
Not get out
Ahaha
Yeah, not get out
You dwelling me back
You and that adventure Hallyday gets
Get lost
One of these days I'm gonna, hey!

We said slide
Lucky for me I got my bop
He digs the rock
And he likes to bop
I told my mom what Marly Chap did
When the house stood they see, I swear he say
Ahaha
Let 'em rock
Ahaha
Yeah hey, let 'em rock
And let them roll
'Cause one of these days
I'll beat you only at sun
Then everybody it will be too late
Yeah, yeah
Then everybody it will be too late
Woo, yeah
Then everybody it will be too late
Yeah
Then everybody it will be too late
Woo, yeah
Then everybody it will be too late