Lyrics:

I got a gal who lives on the south
She? s alright for a kiss
I stop off at eight
Before our date
She likes to carry on like this
She tells me? Daddy you know I love you?
But when you got to split
You bring you plenty of dough
And don? t be slow
Nine o? clock is when the band starts to hit
Stop
Stop right dead in your tracks
Drop
Drop it and don? t look back
Roll
Oh time to stroll
If it gets to hot, stop drop and roll
First we stop off at the shim-sham
A little place across the track
Then she drops off all the flim-flam
And everybody balls the jack
Then she cut down on the snake hips
She said yeah you right
But when she starts to giggle
Starts to squirm wiggle
She keeps on popping till the broad daylight
Stop
Stop right dead in your tracks
Drop
Drop it and don? t look back
Roll
Oh time to stroll
If it gets to hot, stop drop and roll
Stop
Stop right dead in your tracks
Drop
Drop it and don? t look back
Roll
Oh time to stroll
If it gets to hot, stop drop and roll
Let it roll...
Stop drop roll
If it gets to hot
Stop, drop roll
Stop, drop roll
If it gets to hot
Stop, drop roll