Turn Up The Jams

Get me downtown to a little place
Where the jukebox jams your feet
Smokin’and a drinkin’and a little bullshittin'
Gonna get you somethin’sweet
Everybody’s here and the time is right
So baby get on the floor
Make it all loose like a long neck goose
I’ll get down with you that’s for sure
Come on baby, turn up the jams
Come on baby turn up the jams
The joint is jumpin’and a dog is humpin'
A gator mama against the wall
When a dude walks in about three feet wide
He’s gotta be eight feet tall
Mr. bartender can you fill my glass
Before he kicks my ass
I ain’t talkin’to your lady dude
But i’m talking to myself, thats for sure
Come on baby turn up the jams
Come on baby turn up the jams
Quarter to three and it’s time to leave
So 'm headin’out towards the door
Little queenies got a different dreamy
So i’m hangin’out for one more
Driveme on baby on throgh the night
Drive me on towards the sore
Take me out to some funky place
Where i ain’t been before
Come on baby turn up the jams
Come on baby turn up the jams