Tripe Face Boogie

Well I was buffaloed in Buffalo

And I was entertained in Houston

New York, yew nork, you got to choose one

Cause it's a tripe face boogie

Going to boogie my sneakers away



Well I don't want your money

And I don't want your time

Please don't tripe me honey and I'll give you

Give you back your dime



It's a hype face boogie

going to boogie my sneakers away



Now I don't dig potato chips

And I can't dig torts

Well tripe my guacamole baby (it's a guaca)

Tripe my shorts

It's a tripe face boogie gonna boogie my sneakers away



It's a hype boogie, tripe boogie, hype boogie

All night long



You bring your guitar, I'll bring the wine

We'll tripe my guacamole baby just a one more time

It's a hype boogie

I said give tripe face his way

I said lookout!

I said give tripe face away

I said lookout!

I said give tripe face away