| Oh anytime you like, you want a hot summer’s night
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| The sweet smell of weed in the air — yes sir
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| All the cats are hangin' on and flying like kites
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| You can tell by the glass in their stare yes sir
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| Any bar or pool room and the action gets rough
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| A sesne of discontent in the air, yes sir
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| Catch some sideways jojo that was tryin' to look tough
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| You can tell them Harlem cookies ain’t square, no sir
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| The Ready steady kids are flippin their lids and rippin' their skids
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| The Ready steady kids are pickin' their sticks and smokin' their cigs
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| They’re rowdy at ballgame the on a cold afternoon
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| Aimin' at the ref with a can, yo man
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| All them cats been workin all week, they’re out for a loon
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| They gettin all stuck up in a jam yo man
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| The Ready steady kids are flippin their lids and rippin' their skids — look out!
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| The Ready steady kids are pickin' their sticks and smokin' their cigs
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| Ready steady, we’re ready steady, we’re ready steady, go go go go Oh, any old plantation on a hot summer’s nite — the sweet smell of grass in the
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| air, yes sir
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| All the cats are hangin' on and flying like kites — You can tell by the glass
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| in their glare yes sir
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| (Choruses and ad-libs to end) |