Fiji Gin

I want more Fiji Gin, but full name is Billy DeanTell him to bring his electric guitar, ‘cause a poor boy goin’insaneThen we’ll duck two bars away, snort an ounce of cocaineTook myself about 55 jars, 6-pack more a champagne Ohh baby… I love you…Oh my babyOh baby I love you Better watch out for the Fiji Gin, come-up and spend thedayCome on and bring your wah-wah pedal, then let’s go onstageRonnie brought about, 50,000 kids, and then slipped out inthe rainFell from the beat to the 25th floor, white girls go insane,eeeh I love ya…I wanna pounce, all right Better watch out for the split-side Anna, Fistford is out for araidCall me up and feed to 21st floor, the poor chicks go insaneYou bust 2 ribs (!!), you bust 2 arms, his legs is like stumpsin therainHis brain is shred, his nose is bled, but his hands, they surecould play Better watch out for the curse-i-anna, come on Billy DeanCome on bring your electric guitar ‘cause these boys are justgonna playCome on down Miss Sus-i-anna, Figi Gin’s gonna reinTell him to bring a, wah-wah pedal, boy we’re goinginsaaane