This man came up to me, got on his knees
Said show me what you know
I showed him what I know, he said oh!

Paint me the picture about how you could come
But you said: "Hey boy you're just a decoy!"
I said a-ha

Everything I do earns me screw, boy
But I don't know about your silver plated Cadillacs
All I want to do is hang on to my head
I don't want to bend my ears
Putting no through no silver sonic spheres
I just want to hang on to my mind
Do want to put it through no marble plated kind
Don't want a have a sculpted monk to put out
Everything I want to do
I want to clean, don't want a Cadillac
Don't want silk back, don't wanna put it through a purses' ear
Man, I don't fear no unicorn horn
All I want to do babe is do what I was born to
Yeah!

Went through through school, didn't play no pool
Everything I did, man was like a damn he's scared
All the girls took me on, they just took my juice then they were gone
Mamma, they were gone, yeah!
When I took them home I was never alone
Everything I did boy, you could hear the lipstick skid all up and down my wall
I felt so small, wanting to scream out loud, out loud

My brother he was big, he never did no kid man
He was always on the ball like a puppy dog
His boots were skin, like snake skin baby
Never skidded on my toes
He always went down to the high school dance
Never took a chance on any lean skinned woman, he was cool
I mean cool

He wore silk dress, never went to bed
With any old ladies that never knew what was happening man
Went out to Soho, made a show
Went out he had a boot-skin silver-skin Cadillac baby
Got his heel stuck in, in some silver plated stud man
He was alright, never kicked no down hill, east end mud berry
He was alright!

Do the boogie, hey!
Boogie, yeah

Everything I do makes me think of the world
When the world was young, man
When the lids were stitched upon your sun, yeah yeah
Take the pills, build you up to be a mighty man
Everything you do makes you silver-skinned
I'd like to make you want to do everything
Steel eyelids won't make you sleep good at night
They make you uptight
You got your glitter suit on babe
It won't help you to bang the gong in the midnight

Alleys of the world are slick man
They don't help you make you tick babe
Monday's just a thing to make the world seem like
An alligator tongue, wing ball, ding dong

I'm feeling good, I've been juicing some mud

Snort a park, get out of doors man
Stroll around, go see your grandma
Break her door, steal some gas
Go put some money in your Cadillac

The wind is the thing that makes your body swing
It brings you up, it rocks you down, it makes you feel like a king
When you're a man, you've got to understand that everything you do's gonna make you feel like: "Wooo!"

Everything you do's good
You've got silk, sharp shoes
Your toes are built out of the universe

Well my mamma was a gypsy queen
She been out on the Cadillacs on the scene
When the Mother Earth gave her birth
She took out all the wind she could hold in her arms
She built me from that skin
She made me from the thing that made everything begin
She made me begin, yeah!
Everything I do, lord, I know it's true
'Cos I'm a kingpin

Mid-June, harpoon
Kick around the sands
Burning beaches, at everything's peaches baby

Well I get out on the streets, the kids bom-bom well everybody's gonna rock
I once saw a man he had in his eyes everything I want from the skies
He knew a raven that was craving at you, my destiny, oh baby

He knew my destiny
Knew the truth inside of me
Knew my fate as it was
He knew what I didn't know

He knew what I wanted to be
He could see what I couldn't see
He held me in his arms, a thousand Marc Feld charms

He'd see my life when I was just a punk, funking on the gutter snap highway
He'd see me there when I was riding through the glitter silk stars of my byway

He could see me babe, he could see me babe
When I could do what I wanted to do

Golden woman, I see you there with your eyes like a pair
Slide your legs down the highways of my hair
My silk-skin pants just wish that, sit on my bone tone
Like a...
June, June, June, like a...

Oh June, when you wear your hair high
It makes me sly, it makes me make my britches high
Oh June