Check it out Joe, ha!
Two, three, four- one, two, three- there's nothing to it
Yeah, if I tell you the story.
Nonetheless, it wouldn't surprise me
If it doesn't show up on TV- Yeah
She was young, her heart so pure and white
And every night she had her price
She says: Sugar sweet, you gotta rappin' to the beat1
And I understand that she's hot.
She says: Babe, you know, I miss my funky friends
She means: Jack and Joe and Jill
My sense of funk, yeah, it's enough in a pinch
I understand what she now wants,
I think it over, her nose gives me a hint
Meanwhile I'm still smoking.
The special places are well-known to her,
I mean, she even goes with the U-Bahn
Then we sing:
Don't turn around- oh, oh, oh
Look, look, the inspector is going around-oh, oh, oh
He's gonna look at you and you know why,
Your love of life will kill you
Something wrong, Mr. Inspector?
(Hey, wanna buy some stuff, man
Did you ever rap that thing, Jack-so rap it to the beat)
We meet Jill and Joe and his brother Hipp
And the rest of the cool gang too.
They rap here, they rap there,
And in between it scrapes against the walls
The case is clear, dear Mr. Inspector
Even if you don't agree,
The snow on which we all ride into the valley
Every kid knows it
Now the kid's song:
Don't turn around- oh, oh, oh
Look, look, the inspector is going around-oh, oh, oh
He has the power and we're small and dumb
And this frustration makes us mute
Don't turn around- oh, oh, oh
Look, look, the inspector is going around-oh, oh, oh
When he speaks to you and you know why,
Tell him, Your life will kill you
Something wrong, Mr. Inspector?
1. Perhaps he means "you gotta rap to the beat"