Back to the days that molded me I was just a little kid at a tumble bee I met this girl with a big caboosey She told me that her name was Lollipop Lucy
She was eight and I was six I always had a thing for them older chicks A pink rabbits foot hung round her belt loop Green leg warmers and a hula hoop
I liked Duran in the parachute pants She liked the way George Michael danced I said "Hey baby, would you like to date?" She said, "Im down... can ya rollerskate?"
Cause Skateland was the place to be For a hokey pokey or a birthday party Where limbo and the fuzzy dice were free I got my friends, pac man, and a hot grilled cheese... I ...
Tiptoed to the DJ booth, he said "YO KID... tell me what's your groove?" -"you know what i want, i dont couples skate..." i said, New Shoes, baby I cant wait...
Why you got to play around Get your feet back on the ground Gettin up to get on down, down, down So much easier to fly With your head up in the sky Shake it up and turn around, round round... Sweet as homemade apple pie Makin shit up on the fly Close your eyes and dig my sound, sound, sound...
Joey, baby, take me back...
Back to the days that inspired me My mom and my pops, my brothers and me When videos played on my MTV and Tom Cruise was pre-scientology grew up in a full house, it was always messy Too many DJs and no Uncle Jesse Big and small kids, they tried to test me Every day we'd ball and every night spaghetti
I skipped school to study the tube The facts of life, yeah it was all about you Tootie, Nat, Jo and Blair and Mrs.Garrett too YES.. I used to be a juvenile But I'm a nature boy now... I style and profile Labeled more times than a memorex But I got more skills than a double cassette deck
I came to take it back to the days of novilla Case in point: Rio. and Thriller. Pepsi and MJ went up in a blaze 1980s baby them were the days
Why you got to play around Get your feet back on the ground Gettin up to get on down, down, down So much easier to fly With your head up in the sky Shake it up and turn around, round round... Sweet as homemade apple pie Makin shit up on the fly Close your eyes and dig my sound, sound, sound...
Joey, baby, take me
If you see to Y A Z the money meant nothin, everything was free School bell rang at the stroke of three Put the Bee Gees on to some TLC A moon pie for you, a star crunch for me When it comes to thirst I like my sun capri Put some GI Joe on the tele, please It didnt take much to make us all happy
And these are the memories that I like best This is the time to reinvest Make this world a better place We gotta make a move the time is now for us to get on
Im goin Im goin Im goin gone... Im goin Im goin Im goin gone... Im goin Im goin Im goin... (back)