Are you ready for Star Time, ladies and gentlemen?
(Star Time, ladies and gentlemen)
Ladies and gentlemen
Oh, fuck off, you idiot
You know, I get so tired of people that say that kind of stuff in the audience
Why don't you say something really smart, like, "Play Louie Louie"?
It's Star Time, kids
Don't you recognize Dr. John, live in person here?
He's heavy business, he came down here to do his thing for you
Do it, Dr. John, do it
Hit it, brother
They call me Dr. John
The Night Tripper
I've got my satchel of gris-gris in my hand
I go lumpy patigo
Way down the bayou
I'm known as the gris-gris man
And my girl say
(Gris-gris gumbo ya-ya) Oh, I don't need no Fender amplifier
(Gris-gris gumbo ya-ya) And my band be cookin'
(Gris-gris gumbo ya-ya) And my girl know how to tear me apart
(Gris-gris gumbo ya-ya) Just like a big rock show, everybody sing along
(Gris-gris gumbo ya-ya) Sing along, kids
(Gris-gris gumbo ya-ya) Gris-gris gumbo ya-ya
(Gris-gris gumbo ya-ya) Gris-gris gumbo ya-ya
(Oh, ya-ya)
(Oh, gumbo ya-ya)
(Oh, gumbo ya-ya)
Oh, fuck
Gris-gris gumbo ya-ya
Gris gumbo ya-ya
I want some baby to hone my tool, squeeze it
(Gris gumbo ya-ya)
Or else I'll take my life and leave this note
Rance
Muhammitz
Gris-gris gumbo ya-ya
Suss it out, wankers
I want some baby to hone my tool
Squeeze it, yeah (yeah)
Gris-gris gumbo ya-ya
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