| Johnny the Fox, he called to Jimmy the Weed
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| He said «Hey man, I know your name
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| I seen you cruising with the low riders
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| Hanging out down on First street and Main»
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| Tuned into, listening to
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| The 'Voodoo Rhythm Devils'
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| Around the bay they’ve got some crazy DJs
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| Send you right out to heaven
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| Jimmy the Weed for greed, he was taken aback
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| Johnny the Fox, you old sly cat
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| Cleverly the Fox conceals his stash
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| Crisp dollar bills can leave no tracks
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| In the back of a black Cadillac
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| The voodoo music travels
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| Down Skid Row only black men can go
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| The shady deal unravels
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| Johnny the Fox, hot to hustle
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| Jimmy the Weed, he won’t use no muscle
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| That cat’s so sly, slick and subtle
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| Johnny the Fox breaks out the bottle
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| Tuned into, listening to
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| The 'Voodoo Music Travels'
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| The beating drum for the lonely one
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| Sends you out to heaven, right out to heaven |