Chilly Down (Bowie David)

When the sun goes down And the bats are back to bed The brothers come 'round I get out of my dirty bed I shake my pretty little head Tap my pretty little feet Feeling brighter than sunlight Louder than thunder Bouncing like a yo-yo Don't got no problems Ain't got no suitcase Ain't got no clothes to worry about Ain't got no real estate or jewelry Or gold mines to hang me up I just throw in my hand With the chilliest bunch in the land They don't look much They sure chilly chilly They positively glow, glow Chilly down with the fire gang Think small with the fire gang Bad hep with the fire gang When your thing gets wild Chilly down Chilly down with the fire gang Act tall with the fire gang Good times, bad food When your thing gets wild Chilly down, chilly down Drive you crazy, really lazy Eye rollin', funky strollin' Ball playin', hip swayin' Trouble makin', booty shakin' Tripping, passing, jumping, bouncing Drivin', stylin', creeping, pouncing Shoutin', screamin', double dealin' Rockin', rollin' and a reelin' With the mackin' sex appealin' Can you dig our groovy feelin'? So when things get too tough And your chin is dragging on the ground And even down looks up Bad luck We can show you a good time And we don't charge nothin' Just strut your nasty stuff Wiggle in the middle yeah Get the town talkin', fire gang Chilly down with the fire gang Think small with the fire gang Bad hep with the fire gang When your thing gets wild Chilly down Chilly down with the fire gang Act tall with the fire gang Good times, bad food When your thing gets wild Chilly down Chilly down with the fire gang Think small with the fire gang Bad hep with the fire gang