The Cocoa Boys

Over on the east side across the river

There was a band called The Cocoa Boys

The leader was a brother named Frankie, huh

He was the ladies pride and joy, yes he was

Now Frankie had a brother named Joe

And they shared the high-part harmonies

Joe played the bass, Frankie played guitar

And people, I mean they was too funky

And every Sunday night up on the main strip

There always was a battle

(A musical battle of the bands)

And if you had the courage, if you had the style, if you had a different trip

You would have an extra hundred dollars in your hands

(One double 0, hundred dollars)

There was an argument as to who was gonna go on first

I guess you could say The Cocoa Boys won

(No!)

Yeah, 'cause they had a trombone player the size of a house

Who considered whoopin' punks like us fun

(Alright, y'all, what's it gonna be?)

The show started

The lights were turned off: Turn 'em off

And in the distance, the horns blared

The band was on the stage

I could sorta see Frankie smilin'

Needless to say he was, he was sorta scary

(Shit)

A single light called up three men or was it two?

(It was two)

He had a two-man horn section walkin' through the front door

Playin' the funkiest line I'd ever heard

Frankie started laughin' and the, and the, the people roared

Cocoa Boys, pride and joy, huh

They give the people what they need

Make my ears bleed, Lord

Turn the music up, uh, Cocoa don't let us down

And if you do it right, you can hear my body sound

Uh, can you hear it?

Uh, can you hear it, baby?

Uh, can you hear it?

Uh, Cocoa Boys, la la la

Cocoa Boys, la la la

Cocoa Boys, la la, yeah

Dig up

They kicked for thirty minutes

But the funk so hard the crowd could hardly walk

We knew we had to jam

We knew we needed a little scam

We knew we needed to have a talk, we need to have a talk

Turn the house lights up!

Gimme the mic, let me start my shit

I hate a show-off, but I know what you like, uh

Turn the house lights up

Cousin gonna hit a lick on the drum

Bang on the pump all night long

Play your chords in a loop, uh, let the horns blow, whoo

Yo Frankie, check it out

We brothers got somethin' for y'all, huh

Everybody jump down on the floor

And do that Detroit Crawl Whoo

That kinda worked 'cause the crowd gettin' tired

But we wanted them suckers to beg

Huh, the drummer just stomped on the rim and started to ride

We hit the Wooden Leg, whoo! Get wit it

The crowd started rockin', we knew we couldn't lose

Step five, huh, jump to the side, do the Kangaroo

Kanga-what?! Kangaroo

Kangaroo, Kangaroo, Kangaroo, Kangaroo, Kangaroo, Kangaroo

Whoo!

All the boys and all the girls

You are the new kings of the world

And if you can't love somebody

If there are tears in your eyes

For every king must share his prize, oh

And if you are there, raise your hands in the air

Show 'em that you care

Everybody share the prize

You are beautiful

It's gonna be a beautiful night

You are beautiful

It's gonna be a beautiful night

You are beautiful

It's gonna be a beautiful night

You are beautiful

It's gonna be a beautiful night