| Where’s the wizzler, where’s the corn?
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| Get jacuzzi on the horn, where’s the wizzler
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| Whatever happened to the mob?
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| He had to quit and get a job
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| Road manager, security
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| Hangin' shirts and makin' tea
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| Where’s the wizzler, where’s the corn?
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| Near the elevator, is there porn?
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| What a a man gotta deal wit!
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| My head’s not orange, cut the shit!
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| Jack, Jack ca mi sey Jack Flanagan
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| Mi a go tell a likkie storie bout mi good bredren
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| Wa go by de name of Jack Flanagan
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| It was a long time ago down a CBGB
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| Mi look pon mi bredren name Docta Dready
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| Mi sey Docta D who booked dis opening band
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| Mon in a 3 piece suit wit guitar ina im hand
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| Ca mi sey Jack Flanagan
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| On the road and on the phone
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| Roll up the window roll a bone
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| Rollin' a buck in a forty zone
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| Now settle up and head for home
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| He’s Issachar now hear him roar
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| When he’s lost his temper find the door
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| It’s almost always good to see him
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| He’s one damn fine human being
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| Jack Flanagen
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| Mi bredren Bosstones dem naw slip dem naw miss
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| Flanagen im was di Mob guitarist
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| Nowadays he manage Reggae artist
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| So when you wan get pin Micky Dread guest list
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| Jack Flanagen him naw resist
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| Jack Flanagen, Jack Flanagen
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| Got us 'cross the border
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| Helpin' hand when it began
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| Kept our shit in order my man Jack Flanagen
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| In his town he’ll hook you up, he’ll show you 'round, he’ll watch your back
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| When we head down we look him up
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| And hang around with Irish Jack
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| Much, much, much respect
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| In this world it’s hard to find
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| A stand up guy who’ll stand behind
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| You if you’re ever in a bind
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| My man Jack he comes to mind |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Issachar , by - The Mighty Mighty Bosstones. Song from the album Don't Know How To Party, in the genre Ска