[Spoken]
Hello Mr. and Mrs. Reilly, I got a message. Congratulations on the birth of Hannah, and I wish best to Ike, and I'm in Chicago. It's a shame you aren't here drinking, but we got a hundred cops with guns in the bar, and frankly I'm a little frightened. Okay, baby. Goodnight

Hip hop has blown my mind
John Cash has done his time
When you and I were in the weeds drinking wine
I loved your soul and I loved your mind
But I miss those hip hop thighs
Cold-cocked by Patsy Cline
At an all night police bar one time

From guns on a roof to the acid jazz
To the reels and the rhymes of that Gaelic trash
Dancin' with an ex-lead singer of The Clash
Guns on the bar and his hands on your American ass

Hip hop tore up his mind
Thought he was dancin' with Patsy Cline

Now the local girl off the police line
Cheek to cheek in that 3/4 time
Tryin' to make lemonade from limes
But no limey ever made nothin' like "I Walk The Line"

John Cash has done his time
Hip hop has blown my mind
I miss the lies, and the weeds and wine
And the bump and grinds, and your queasy smile
And the prize that lies between your...

Your hip-hop thighs [x7]