Troy Kingi - Skylegs Jackson lyrics
[Troy Kingi - Skylegs Jackson lyrics]
Imma tell ya bout my neighbourhood
Imma sell you on the area
Let’s settle in fast like a
Steak to a Pitbull terrier
See she’s a peaceful bend down here on
The great muddy where I’m from
Kids playing ball in the streets
Witchdoctors
Reading fortunes and doing the voodoo
The smell of southern soul
Food hugging the city and yes, my brothers
(them brothers) hustling away into the
Dark hours of the night
Just another regular day – paperboy
Selling the same old news:
"You see Nixon is in the top house
And our men still over in Nam
Flower power preaching love not war"
Yeah she was an ordinary
Day except for one thing –
"What one thing Freddie?" (laughs) "her"
There she stood eclipsing the sun
An angel’s silhouette
Her eyes deep and dangerous –
Them eyes was a mantrap
Blackberry lips – I remember
Thinking to myself: "I
Bet they’re sweeter than Du Mond's Beignets"
We had seen her many times before
– legs stretching to the heavens
They called her ‘SKYLEGS JACKSON’
With a street band playing up on the
Sidewalk she beckoned me to dance
I didn’t hesitate, I was mesmerised
Hypnotised by her hips
They moved like a rattlesnake’s tail
And her feet bounced like she
Was avoiding hot coals
Mmm yes, we danced we danced we danced
The night came quickly – Full
Moon illuminating the sky
Crowds pour into the streets and now
The Quarter becomes a Mardi Gras
Sight sound smell and taste
– a sensory overload
All the while them eyes still deep
Still dangerous
She moved close and I moved closer
And she took my hand
And she sent me to the promised land
Imma sell you on the area
Let’s settle in fast like a
Steak to a Pitbull terrier
See she’s a peaceful bend down here on
The great muddy where I’m from
Kids playing ball in the streets
Witchdoctors
Reading fortunes and doing the voodoo
The smell of southern soul
Food hugging the city and yes, my brothers
(them brothers) hustling away into the
Dark hours of the night
Just another regular day – paperboy
Selling the same old news:
"You see Nixon is in the top house
And our men still over in Nam
Flower power preaching love not war"
Yeah she was an ordinary
Day except for one thing –
"What one thing Freddie?" (laughs) "her"
There she stood eclipsing the sun
An angel’s silhouette
Her eyes deep and dangerous –
Them eyes was a mantrap
Blackberry lips – I remember
Thinking to myself: "I
Bet they’re sweeter than Du Mond's Beignets"
We had seen her many times before
– legs stretching to the heavens
They called her ‘SKYLEGS JACKSON’
With a street band playing up on the
Sidewalk she beckoned me to dance
I didn’t hesitate, I was mesmerised
Hypnotised by her hips
They moved like a rattlesnake’s tail
And her feet bounced like she
Was avoiding hot coals
Mmm yes, we danced we danced we danced
The night came quickly – Full
Moon illuminating the sky
Crowds pour into the streets and now
The Quarter becomes a Mardi Gras
Sight sound smell and taste
– a sensory overload
All the while them eyes still deep
Still dangerous
She moved close and I moved closer
And she took my hand
And she sent me to the promised land