It’s been stuck in the mire for way too long And bogged down in the past Mr Jones don’t want no changes He’s just looking after his back He’s still stuck inside of Mobil with the Memphis Blues Again
There’s a Mr Jones everywhere Afraid the truth will win out And show them for what they really are And how they have no clout
So they huff and puff And try to blow the house down But that bluff has been played too long Show me what you’re holding, man Or turn that bad hand down
Still they have puppies on the run Young guns shooting blanks Too scared to upset the apple cart Happy to play tambourine in the band
Monkey see and monkey do Too scared to dance with the Monkey Man They follow leaders and forget those parking meters And turn that other cheek again
Screw the weather Where’s Eddie Vedder Who cares if it’s soft or hard Racing’s going downhill fast Steve Pateman needs to give it a swift kick up the arse
(Source: Punters Paradise)
Who’s gonna put the Rock into racing and start rolling with the times Get it gift rapped and rhyming Like a Snoop Dogg jiggy rhyme
(Soruce: That Stuff)
Races chasers pacers wasters Bookies hookies wookies rookies Winners losers users abusers Can’t take it anymore Too many out there just pissing in the wind All talk and nothing else Yes, who’s gonna put the Rock into racing And get it rolling with the times?
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