Bam, bam, bam my sweet! You can sip it through a straw You can throw it back neat Just don't be hesitatin', waitin' for it Cause in an ideal world they'll be comin' for you Could be tokin' on the bale, could be sniffin' out clues Better stake your fakin' reputation on it Do it, do it, just do it! In a tax-free zone, down a tin can alley There's a slipper girl thing and man named Sally They were talk talk talkin' bout a clever little coffin nail Seems, down at the docks the intended lies awaitin' And the privileged information's gonna get wet, too You can't be too careful when it comes to being too careful Do it, do it, just do it! There's a man in my street keeps a flock of gray doves And he's set in his ways, wearin' Everlast gloves His opinion can be beat when push becomes a shove Says he doesn't give a monkey 'bout the youth of the day They should all drop dead, should be taken away Put somewhere cold and be made to stay Do it, do it, just do it! Bag it up, bag it up! Do it! © Billy Rankin / Ball Four Music