Here come old flat-top, he come grooving up slowly He got ju-ju eyeball, he one holy roller He got hair down to his knee Got to be a joker, he just do what he please [Interlude] Shoot me Shoot me Shoot me Shoot me He wear no shoeshine, he got toe-jam football He got monkey finger, he shoot Coca-Cola He say, I know you, you know me One thing I can tell you is you got to be free