From "Down the Wrong Pipe"
Yo ladies
Show 'em what you got
Make me proud
Okay!
Hey ho
You boys got nothing
No
We 're not afraid of your type
Put your money money
Your money where your mouth is
It goes
It goes down the wrong pipe
Hey ho
You boys got nothing
No
We 're not afraid of your type
Put your money money
Your money where your mouth is
It goes
It goes down the wrong pipe
My name is Ty
I'm the number one Hard Taco boy
A star to employ Jigmo Boy
Mike check
Rock and roll is not a toy, yo
Prince pince pince your face in stereo
From the center of the taco
To the center of your mind
One hundred dog in a row all going blind yo
I've got to relax
Check out this axe attack
Yeah
I'm back
Better than ever
How many heads did Hrothgar sever
People always stop me when I'm trying to flow
They say,
"Recognize you from the Hard Taco Show."
And it's a crime that Yan can cook so fine
I'm getting hungry thinking about that line
So now we come close to the end of the day
This ship takes off from the Daisy Runway
Onus of the high bred
Powder horn and spearhead
Embarking on the sacred hunt, yo
And everybody do the bridge troll
Everybody do the bridge troll!
(Rap lyrics written and performed by Jon Greenlee and Ty Morse
Jon Greenlee - lead guitar
Jeff Kleiner - harmonica
Thellea Leveque - vocals
Lauren London - vocals
Laura Sagolla - vocals
Darin Zahuranec - trumpet)
Copyright 2006 Zach London