Now hey there people, won't you lend an ear 'cause I've a story to tell and I'm telling it here I was born in a town in the great UK From a baby to a boy to a man today And I'm a musical man, and I'm a man of verse But I've got a little problem and it's getting worse
Well my life was so well planned Survivin' and a-jivin' in a f-f-funk band 'cause rappin', it's my, bread and butter But it's hard to rap when you're born with a st-st-st, st, st-st, st, st-t, st-t, stutter!
Well no-one's ever seen what I mean From the age of n-n-n-n-n-n-thirteen We've all been caught in a m-m-mouth trap So join with us and do the st-st-st-st-st-st-st-stutter rap
Well it was '82 when I joined the boys And I was hip, and I was cool, but now I've lost my poise The kids, our fans, are starting to doubt When you open your mouth and nothing comes out
And it breaks my heart that we're not on the chart 'cause the record's nearly over when the vocals start And I'm down and out, and I'm down on my luck And I'm livin' on my own and I'm dying for a fr-riend to say You're great! But I'm under the hammer 'cause all I seem to do is s-s-s-st-
Come on man!
s-s-s-st-stammer!
Well no-one's ever seen what I mean From the age of n-n-n-n-n-n-thirteen We've all been caught in a m-m-mouth trap So join with us and do the st-st-st-st-st-st-st-stutter rap
Neighbours
Well interviewers turn away Who wants to be covered with spray Talkin' to me for more than an hour Is equivalent to an April shower It's tough! Tough! Tougher than tough! It's worse than Benny Hill and that's bad enough! Something must be wrong with your vocal technique When the twelve inch mix goes on for a week
I was rappin' in my club the other night When nothin' I said was comin' out right The crowd got angry, and this one man He was gonna throw a bottle He was gonna chuck a can, chuck a can, chuck it, chuck it, chuck it, chuck it
Well no-one's ever seen what I mean From the age of n-n-n-n-n-n-thirteen We've all been caught in a m-m-mouth trap So join with us and do the st-st-st-st-st-st-st-stutter rap
N-N-N-N-N-N-N-N-N-N-N-N-N-N-N-N-NO, NEED, FOR SHOUTING!
W-w-w-w-why's that then
Well, you'll wake Mr Whittaker at number thirty-two
Besides, it's not very good for the voice
(An amplifier or similar shorts out)
Uuhhh!
That's a bit harsh isn't it
NO, SLEEP, 'TIL BEDTIME!
Talking of which it's ten-thirty already!
Is it Ooooh!
What time do they stay up 'til in America
(I mean)
Oh, very late. Sometimes quarter to eleven
(Ahhhh)
Well actually I've heard in New York they sometimes even stay up 'til midnight
No! No wonder they do all that shouting
(I mean)
Yes, they must be very snappy and irritable
That's right
(Ahhhh)
Do you know, I heard a story that those Toastie Boys stayed up 'til quarter past twelve!
Really Well that's just silly!
They're just gonna get burnt out
Burnt out!
Well no-one's ever seen what I mean From the age of n-n-n-n-n-n-thirteen We've all been caught in a m-m-mouth trap So join with us and do the st-st-st-st-st-st-st-stutter rap
Well no-one's ever seen what I mean From the age of n-n-n-n-n-n-thirteen We've all been caught in a m-m-mouth trap So join with us and do the st-st-st-st-st-st-st-stutter rap
Well no-one's ever seen what I mean From the age of n-n-n-n-n-n-thirt