Rap Around The Clock

I said one for the treble

Two for the bass

Come on, Pd

Let's rock the place

I said: 1 o'clock, 2 o'clock, 3 o'clock, rock

4 o'clock, 5 o'clock, 6 o'clock, rock

7 o'clock, 8 o'clock, 9 o'clock, rock

Gonna rock around the clock tonight

It don't take no doubts to put you right

I said one for the money

Two for the money

Three for the money

And four for the money

Five for silver

Six for gold

Seven is for heaven if you're feeling too old

I said eight for Barclays

Nine for NatWest

Ten is for me so f--- all the rest

Said eleven for the lolly

Twelve for the cash

This rap is so bad it'll give you the rash

1 and 3: unlucky 13

But I don't give a damn 'cos I'm Mr Mean

I'm mean y'all, I mean y'all

I don't think you know that I'm mean y'all

I don't think you know that I'm so mean

I've always got a trick right up my sleeve

If you've got no money that you can lend

I'll pinch some money off my best friend

I'm bad, I'm evil, I'm full of sin

I'll even punch money from the beggar's tin

I'll break your hearts, I'll break your locks

Steal my way in and out of Fort Knox

I'll nick a nickel, pinch a pound

Every time I see a pig I turn it upside down

Upside down, and all the way round

Every time I see a pig I turn it upside down

You can call me a pirate, call me a rogue

I'm mean, myself and minding my own

I'm always in black, never in red

It just ain't cool to be in debt

So if you're short, you know who to thank

It's Mr Mean and I run the bank

I'm mean y'all, I'm mean y'all

I don't think you know that I'm mean y'all

Three six nine

We don't drink wine

We don't smoke tobacco

But we have a good time

We don't get broke

We don't take dope

And we all went to Holland in a big ferry boat

N O R M A N C

Cooking it up for the family

I said S T A N L E Y

Cooking it up till it's higher than high

I said H and a U and a G and an H

Cooking it up till it's on the front page

P and an A and a U and a L

Cooking it up till it's hotter than hell

Norman Cook plays the bass

Strumming those strings all over the place

I said Stan Cullimore on guitar

Pd Heaton sing far, far, far

And finally Hughy boy

Playing those drums like a worn out toy

And I'm mean

I said give me an M

Mercy

Give me an E

Easy

Give me an A

Angry

Give me an N

That's nice

Let's rock the house again y'all

It's like that y'all

You're all fat y'all

And I'm talking to the people down the back y'all

And if you're true, blue, than you're dead too

'Cos you know that you talk a lot of crap now

Give me a J and an O and a Y

The music is hot

And it'll take you high

We got the joy down in our heart

Make the poor folk rich

And the rich folk fart

I put the Beho back into Boho

Put the Lib right back into Glib

Put the Yes No back into Don't Know

'Cos you'll probably deny that you did

I said F- R- E- E- D- O- M

Locked us up once

And they'll do it again

I said C- H- A- I- N- E- D

They locked up my friends

Now they're coming for me