Eheh, I don’t know what they talkin’ ‘bout

Jimmy Lee, listen in cars creatin’ imagery
Can you see over the cracker when poppin’ a beat?
Follow it, this here record is our monument
From one of the wisest men since Solomon
Talented, should have been on Porter Wagoner
Even though the magic hard to record on camera
Call it gut bucket, primitive but they must love it
That there rage music, rulin’ the public
Watch the melody, high fidelity
Kinda tone ain’t that monotone, what’chu tellin’ me?
Tellin’ me leave ya warm[?] easily ya wrong
This lady on my arm lookin’ sweet as Lena Horne
Coolest bird and I don’t even need a horn
Ya hit the stage before me, ya gone, ya warned
Half man, half entertainer
Innovator, snap ya finger, may be nothing greater
Jimmy Lee Wat-son of a Tommy
Oh that remind me
I gotta go but y’all know where to find me