Sushi Rock

There’s a slap bang party at the chicken shack
Even Bo Weevil’s got them little white packets
Put you foot in your mouth boy
Yak, yak, yak, yak, yackity yak
A little white lightening ain’t so frightening
It’s after comes the storm
And if a little raw stick make you sick
Then you been eating your sushi wrong
Well there’s somebody treadin' on my shoes
Good golly Miss Molly had too much booze
And the little red rooster keeps
Pop pop pop pop poppin' them blues
That thing you be smokin' it’s lookin' real weird
You say it’s cheaper than whiskey, cooler than beer
Just put my head in the oven and you’ll make
Sure I got nothin' to fear
Hey straight banana that one hit nanna
Ain’t goin' last too long
And if a little raw stick make you sick
Then you been eating your sushi wrong — sushi wrong
Go — go — go little sushi go
Go — go — go little sushi go
Go — go — go little sushi go
Go — go — go little sushi go