Stick It to Ya

Hey little Phoebe, I got something to say You've been mouthing, but nothing much to say I'm so tired, The crap that you've been peddling Pour my whiskey, and rock my Clapton jams Got my records, got my blues Got my tele, Got my grooves So... bend on over, and I'll slam it through Hey got my wings baby Hey I'm the sultan of swing Hey get your ya-yas out Hey I'm gonna play it loud Ring-a-ding-ding, the bells of hell are swinging Rock or bust, And In our fans we trust Hey little Phoebe, you're just full of shit From the cradle, l proudly play the blues Got my records, got my blues Got my tele, Got my grooves So... bend on over, and I'll slam it through Hey got my wings baby Hey I'm the sultan of swing Hey get your ya-yas out Hey I'm gonna play it loud Hey little Phoebe, they say that silence is a bliss My people, We're all alive and well Stone fkn crazy, crank up that white, hot and blue Smell trouble, oh Izzie's cummin for you Got my records, got my blues Got my tele, Got my grooves So... bend on over, and I'll slam it through Hey got my wings baby Hey I'm the sultan of swing Hey get your ya-yas out Hey I'm gonna play it loud