Red Beans and Nice

Uncle Ben

Uncle Ben

Uncle Ben

with those

Ben wah balls

Bouncing and trouncing and ouncing and flouncing / popping and locking and oops better stop at rocking cause to and fro so turn it up high with that bass down lo / thumping and humping and a lil something something it seems to be to me an endless sea South of China with Ben with Ben and his Ben wah balls

don't be crying when they go flying and eyes always prying and weaving dying and leaving like a tree through a book bubbling some babble rabble rubble face down 5-0 trouble in some gravel with SMACK down the gavel and in the clink clank and oh how your mommas heart sank and sunk, she thunk she did, she think she know and a bird on a wire told her Uncle ReamUS a dream when no singing leads to a song / is it wrong to relate and not prostrate with a finger that linger and says come hither in the withers and whether there's a wondering why / drop your sack and go running by / a stash in a dash gone in a flash with a grin cause oh lordy lordy its a siiiUn

where to begin and then it ceased... ceased and desisted from gears ceasing to be greased like a pan grilled out back with old hickory boiling for those ribs to fry and dibbs on those dabbs with some random chick named Babs shes no Walters in her falters but those things sure bouncing in that halter / don’t be haters with holsters that bolster all those waxing slayers trying to be players with a fever for some kinda flavor to savor under their lips and old Ben wants to call it quits when the ping done ponged and Tommy stopped being a gun and became a Chong it’s no horse or pony just a show with a smile for country miles chained to no gang its over the top with a twist of hand called spin slicing and soaking hiding the beef is a pork for some beans she down on the corner between drinking a 5th and Queens

Uncle Ben

Uncle Ben

Uncle Ben and those Ben wah balls

Decking and wrecking all those halls where we reckon and neckin in the back RICO aint so Swaaave when its swerving and serving both sides with a fence, no offense, and defense a public surrender keep it inside and barb wired when its not those desired to be sired is the inquire but you wont read that on a constitutional flyer... buyer... red ryder radio on with a Pryor BB done shot the King for a Ruby named Jack all slack and jawing waiting on that donkey that go Hee Haw dontcha cum black now ya hear and a tear roll up and out a beer with those balls of rice shooting dice with uncle Ben

uncle Ben

uncle Ben and his Ben wah balls