Lyrics Hypo Full of Love - Alabama 3

Hypo Full of Love

Brothers and sisters I have a confession to make this
evening.
I been a fool, I been hanging out on street
corners with whores and junkies — living mah life low.
But lately a little bit of light has come into mah
life and that light be the light of love;
D.
W.A.Y.N.E.
LOVE nand he be a man with a 12-step plan
and he gonna show youhow to do it.
Step One
You admit you are powerless under me
Step Two
You figure that’s just gotta be jelly cos jam just don’t shake like that
Step Three
Make a searching inventory of all your good shit
Step Four
Inventory taken, you hand all that good shit over to me
Step Five
Having divined I am the real thing you get down on your knees
Step Six
…and humbly ask me to remove your underthings
Step Seven
And make ready for me to do mah thing
Step Eight
Naked now you’re ready to understand mah kind of lovin'
Step Nine
Lovin men, lovin women, lovin all God’s creatures
Step Ten
And in turn you’re divestments having been completed
Step Eleven
Ah get turned on by you, and in turn being turned on by you
Step Twelve
I know you’re ready to become a disci disciple, a lonely little reverend
Making his way day by day, in the congregation
Hustling a dollar here, a dollar there, selling pictures of The King
To bring back to the coffers of the all powerful all
holy Reverend Doctor D.W.A.Y.N.E
Love first Reverend of The First Presleytarian Church Of Elvis The Divine.
If you see me standing on the corner, money in mah hand
I ain’t waiting for no taxi honey, I’m waiting for mah man
He aint selling heroin, he aint selling crack cocaine
He got enough of that stuff gonna me you up to
A higher plane
Shoot me up
In the mainline
Shoot me up
You know I feel fine
Shoot me up
Every damn day
With a hypo full of love
With a hypo full of love
Shoot me up
Deep down inside
Shoot me up
You know you can’t hide
Shoot me taxi honey, I’m waiting for mah man
He aint selling heroin, he aint selling crack cocaine
He got enough of that stuff gonna move
33 minutes down till you lose the misery
Hey baby there’s no need to go under, just ring
D.Wayne's number up and you be feeling free
D.Wayne is on the mainline, tell him what you want
Just call him up and tell him what you want
If your sick and you wanna get well, tell him what you want
Just call him up and tell him what you want.
From brother D. Wayne
With a hypo full of love
An a hypo full of love
Your monkey’s messing with bad medicine
He be down with the Jones
Sweating, Shaking, bodies aching
Badly feel the fever in your bones
T-t-t-tripping out you starta count