Rebel Soul lyrics

The mule keeps kickin’ the chickens in the pen
Half a million miles from the devil’s den
We could scoot it on over to the Dew Drop Inn
And if we do drop in we gonna have us a time
Yeah we gonna pour some wine
Uh oh we gonna have us a time
The mule keeps kickin’ the chickens in the pen
Let’s rock all night and then do it again

Don’t you wanna go down?
Come on, come on, come on
My name’s Cucci, Cucci Galore
My name’s Cucci, Cucci Galore
Everybody in the hot tub
Everybody want a baby oil back rub
Drinkin’ Champagne from your belly button
Lickin’ it up like wine
Everybody wanna make it with a playmate
Everybody wanna drive through the front gate

Boy next door not too complacent
Lost till he found how to pound the pavement
He walked like a saint lost far in a world of sin
No mama to assure his situation
A misfit piss poor education
He talked a big game but never could seem to win
And southwest Detroit ain’t a place to talk no trash
You can throw some dap but it’s best not to flash no cash

Used as a scapegoat taped to the wall
Bruised and abused on some foreign soil
Trained to kill baby, that's what we do
And programmed to bleed red white and blue
C'mon and grab your guns let's ride
And may your conscience be your guide
I'll say a prayer for you to make it through to the other side
Tonight's the night we fight or die

He got a song to sing he got an axe to grind
He far and wide but still hard to find
He go wop bop a loo bop a wop bam boom
He sang Long Tall Sally and Sweet Sixteen
Good Golly Miss Molly and Maybellene
He sent the whole world Walking to New Orleans
Mr. Hiatus won’t ya save us from your radio
Cuz these hip hop pop punk rock kids got no soul

I like moonshine whiskey
I like homemade wine
I don’t look for greener grass
Home grown suits me just fine
Welcome to my shanty
Drop by anytime
I bet you’ll like my Redneck Paradise
Redneck Paradise
It’s a hole in the wall kinda small but the people are real nice