| Lyrics: | Let's hear it one more time for Mister, Gary, Coleman!
Yes, whatchu talkin' about Willis? That joint is funny everytime I hear it!
Alright... yes
Let's put your hands together now, Harlem
For, that's right, Harlem
That's right, sit down, Harlem
For the Blood, hound, Gang!
(Crickets chirping)
Yo wassup Apollooo?!
Everybody say "ho!"
Get off the stage honkie boys
Sit down! Sit them white devils down!
Except the fat one.
Yeah we gonna cook him up, man. |
