Here comes 'Cokey' Joe,
Looking to make it snow,
I wish I didn't know what I know,
And that's why you were hired, (hired!)
Don't do your job and you'll be fired, (fired!)
You can't get tired after hours, (hours!)
They building high in silver towers, (towers!)
They congegrate here after hours, (hours!)
They tellin' lies, that's how rumours get started and destinies die.
Oh! Oh! Oh-oh! x4
Here comes Sammy 'Smack', and he's been crashed up,
He gonna need a tranfusion of blood,
And all the ladies oughta dance, (yes!)
Another system of this business!
Forget about it, lose that dress, (dress!)
Give me a hug!
This is how the young girls dress in my club.