Two, three, four, one, two, three
There's nothing in it
If I tell you the story
Nevertheless, I'm already used to it
On TV radio It doesn't work there, jah
She was so young, her heart was so pure and white
And every night has its price
She says: "Sugar sweet, jah'got me rapp'in to the heat!"
She says: Babe you know, I miss my Funky friends"
She means, Jack and Jill
My funk understanding is enough in a pinch
I'm going over what she's saying now I want to
I think to myself, her nose speaks for it
While I'm still smoking
The "special places" are well known to her
I mean, she also takes the subway there they sing:
Don't turn around - oh, oh, oh
The inspector is turning - oh, oh, oh
He will look at you, and you know why
The lust for life will kill you
Are you okay, Commissioner?
(Hey man, wanna buy some stuff man?
Did you ever rap that thing Jack, so rap it to the beat)
We meet Jill and Joe and his brother hip,
And also the rest of the cool gang
They rap, they rap,
In between it's scratching off the walls'
This case is clearly better Commissioner
Even if you have a different opinion
The snow on which we all drive down the valley
Every child knows these days
Now the children's song
Don't turn around - oh, oh, oh
The inspector is dying - oh, oh, oh
He has the power and we are small and stupid
And this frustration makes us dumb
La, la, la ,la, la
Don't turn around - oh, oh, oh
The inspector turns around - oh, oh, oh
If he speaks to you and you know why
Say' him your life is killing you
La, la, la, la, la
Don't turn around - oh, oh, oh
The inspector is turning - oh, oh, oh

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