Verse 1: Thrill Da Playa
Come on, I'm speakin' up
All the big-booty girls in the club
Wussup with the table-top?
Get up on, and make that booty drop
If you want this pay
You got to work baby, I ain't goin' any way
It ain't 'bout no hand-out
It's 'bout g-strings and booty-cheeks hangin' out
'Cause I'ma get my money's worth
So make that booty, hips and tongue work!
'Cause I'll nickel-and-dime ya
If you fail to work what's behind ya
But if the dance get felt,
Then I'll stick a dub in ya garter belt
So make these ends
'Cause it's me, and some of
Get in the Car
(Dave)
I'm alright...
(All)
Look what I'm drivin'.
Look at the curves
and my overhand serve,
it's more than survivin'.
Get in the car.
Get in the car.
Don't give me that,
you know who you are.
(Dave)
The answer is here,
it isn't that far.
(rest)
isn't that far.
(All)
Get in the car.
(Dave)
I'm in love...
(All)
Look what I'm drivin'.
A break-in alarm,
and you on my arm,
totally thrivin'
(Dave)
Twist and turn...
(All)
Look at her dancin'.
We're havin' some fun,
she's a trophy I won.
Baby's enhancing.
Get in the car.
Get in the car.
Don't give me that,
you know who you are.
(Dave)
The answer is here,
isn't that far.
(rest)
isn't that far.
(All)
Get in the car.
(guitar solo)
(Dave)
You fill me...
(All)
with big emotion.
We'll jump in the back,
turn up the 8-track,
I got Billy Ocean.
Get in the car.
Get in the car.
Don't give me that,
you know who you are.
(Dave)
The answer is here,
isn't that far.
(rest)
isn't that far.
(All)
Get in the car!
Get in the car!
Get in the car!
Get in the car!
From the Liner:
(Dave-lead vocal, guitar; Jian-vocals, drums, percussion; Mike-vocals, electric guitar; Murray - vocals, bass)