The Beast of Sunset Strip

My skull on bone hack, there's a mean old monster down from Las Vegas track He's flipped his lid, hangs in a cave, and sleeps in a coffin, your Dracula's grave He's mean, ornery, mad and rough, always misbehaves and ifs chocolate's enough Don't meddle with this cuz he do forget it, just hopping your woody and split man split it

He's a beast of sun-tester This wolf man hates his bath inside a grave over Zombie Hill Always making for the kill For a weekend blast this catch the worst of racing John Paul George Henry going to Subrappers But the beast got beat and he howled and cried So beast has he won, you know he lives

Now gettin' in cats if you're ever out on Sunset Strip Sidewog's surfing or just taking a trip Sooping a woody or a geek, boronine, you see a monster only one of a cock, Worshing a sump red mix, intervene, don't drink some balm and float, Eat corpse meat, chases chicks, lets gloss and has big bad feet.

He plays the bongo with a wok-pissy beat, and does it jerk and the swim, Right on the street. Now, grad stairs like hate my advice, Don't dig a show cause it's not worth the price, Don't stop for water, oil or gas, Keep right on moving, right on gas.