Jailbird (Weatherall Dub Chapter 3 mix)

Scratching 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 jamming free

Walk it like you talk it, honey, strut your funky stuff, come 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

I'm yours, you're mine, gimme more of that Jailbird pie

I'm yours, you're mine, yeah, yeah, yeah

Come 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 best, come 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

I'm yours, you're mine, gimme more of that Jailbird pie

I'm yours, you're mine, yeah, yeah, yeah, all right

(I'm yours, you're mine) Gimme more of that Jailbird pie

(I'm yours, you're mine) Gimme more of that Jailbird pie

(I'm yours, you're mine) Gimme more of that Jailbird pie

(I'm yours, you're mine) Gimme more of that Jailbird pie

(I'm yours, you're mine) Gimme more of that Jailbird pie

(I'm yours, you're mine) Gimme more of that Jailbird pie

(I'm yours, you're mine) Gimme more of that Jailbird pie