Scratchin' like a tom cat
Got a monkey on my back
I'm gonna push and pull
And howl like wolf
And drive my cadillac

I've got medication, honey
I've got wings to fly
I've got horse hoof tea
To buzz You like a bee
Gonna blind the evil eye

Push and pull with me
Funky jammin' free
Walk it like You talk it, honey [bad word] Your funky [bad word] on

I'm Yours - You're mine
Gimme more of that Jailbird pie
I'm Yours - You're mine
Gimme more of that Jailbird pie
Yeah, yeah, yeah [bad word] in my kitchen
I've got hop head soup for grease
Just shake Your hips
And let it rip
And let the spirit free

Ride on, baby, ride on
Let Your crazy horses loose
Give it all You got
When You're hot to trot
And wave bye-bye to the blues

Shake it to the East
Shake it to the West
Shake it with the very one
That You love the [bad word] on

I'm Yours - You're mine
Gimme more of that Jailbird pie
I'm Yours - You're mine
Gimme more of that Jailbird pie
Yeah, yeah, yeah, all right