Kinky Afro Lyrics

You go spooky in a band
Son, I’m 30 I only went with your mother ’cause she’s dirty And I don’t have a decent bone in me What you get is just what you see, yeah
I should so, I take it free, yeah And all the bad preserves be things that feed me I never help or give to the needy Come on and see me
Yippee, ippee, ey, ey, ay, yey, yey I had to crucify some brother today And I don’t dig what you gotta say So, come on and say it Come on and tell me twice
I said, “Dad, you’re a shabby You run around and groove like a baggy You’re only here just out of habit All that’s mine you might as well have it
You take 10p back and then stab it Spray it on and tag it [ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/kinky-afro-lyrics-happy-mondays.html ] So, sack on me, I can’t stand the needy Get around here if you’re asking you’re feeling”
Yippee, ippee, ey, ey, ay, yey, yey I had to crucify somebody today And I don’t dig what you gotta say So, come on and say it And come on and tell me twice
So, sack all the needy I can’t stand to leave it You come around here and you put both your feet in
Yippee, ippee, ey, ey, ay, yey, yey I had to crucify somebody today And I don’t hear what you gotta say So, go on and say it
Yippee, ippee, ey, ey, ay, yey, yey I had to crucify some brother today And I don’t hear what you gotta say So, come on and say it And come on and tell me twice