Do It!

Lyrics		Bily Rankin
Drums		Kenny Aronoff
Bass		Kasim Sulton
Guitars		Michael Thompson
Syntesizers & Drum Programming		Peter Mokran

 

Bam, Bam, Bam my sweet
You can sip it through a straw; you can throw it 
back neat
Just don't be hesitatin', waitin' for it
'Cause in an ideal world they'll be comin' 
for you
Could be tokin' on the bale, could be sniffin' 
out clues
Better stake your fakin' reputation on it

Do it, do it, just do it!

In a Tax-free zone, down a tin can alley
There's a slipper girl-thing and man name Sally
They were talk-talk-talkin' 'bout a clever l
ittle coffin nail
Seems, down at the docks the intended 
lies awaitin'
And the privileged information's gonna 
get wet too
You can't be too careful when it comes 
to being careful

Do it, do it, just do it!

There's a man in my street keeps a flock 
of gray doves
And he's set in his ways, wearin' Everlast gloves
His opinion can be beat when push becomes 
a shove
Says he doesn't give a monkey 'bout the youth 
of the day
They should all drop dead, should be taken away
Put somewhere cold and all be made to stay

Do it, do it, just do it!

Bag it up, Bag it up

Do it!