Hey, look out for my glass up there, man!
  That's my drink, man, that's my drink, alright...
  Make it a double, or eh...
  Somebody has to sing
  Some body will sing?
  Somebody will sing, right?
  (I don't know!)
  
  Y'all pass me that bottle,
  And I'll sing you all a real song
  Yeah!
  Let me get my key, ahum!
  
  Well, I'm looking through Harlem
  my stomach squeal just a little more
  A stagecouch full of feathers and footprints,
  pulls up to soap