Lyrics > Boss Hog – Rodeo Chica

Writers: Boss Hog
Published: Madam’s Organ Music, BMI
From: Boss Hog – Brood X (LP, US)
Source: Pop Catastrophe
Notes: Vocals by Cristina Martinez and Jon Spencer, some lines are sung together, lyrics in BLUE just by Jon.
Beehive
Billy
The Black Betty
Black Eyes
Chocolate
Count Me Out
Cream Agent
Dandelion
Dedicated
Defender
Disgrace
Drive Me Crazy
Eddy
Elevator
Fear For You
Fire of Love
Fix Me
Formula X
Gerard
Get It While You Wait
Goo Goo Muck
Green Shirt
Ground Control
Hell Mary
Hustler
I Dig You
I Got A Thing For You Daddy
I Idolize You
I'm Not Like Everybody Else
Itchy & Scratchy
I Wanna O.D.
Jaguar
Monkey
Not Guilty
Nursery Rhyme
12XU
Punkture
Reform
Rodeo Chica
Ruby
Sam
Saved
Save Our Soul
17
Sick
Signal
Ski Bunny
Some Sara
Sugar Bunny
Stereolight
Strawberry
Structure
Sunday Routine
Talk Talk
Texas
Try One
Trouble
Walk In
What The Fuck
Whiteout
White Sand
Winn Coma
Wichita Grey
You know how when you ask a question?
Yeah
And the tone goes up at the end
A-ha
Listen to this
What
Pick it up, Chica we got to go
Go to go
This ain’t no teen dance, no rodeo
Stereo terror, now feel that pinch
I keep it on lock down
Pack it up quick
Bitch

‘Cause live you know, you have, you have to have the extra entertainment
Entertainment? Extra?
Ah ha, let me show you how it’s done, son
Oh, you gonna show me?
Here you go

Dig that monkey trying to sing
Cracker jack Romeo diamond ring
What’s wrong baby?, everything
What’s wrong baby?
Everything

Pick it up Chica, baby you better
Ah ha
Shit is on lock down
It’s now or never
Come on out
Come on chica
Venga
Venga chica con mí
Dig that train coming round the bend
Night sweat, hot flash, mood changing
What’s wrong baby?
Everything

What’s wrong baby?
Well, everything

We’re on the clock
We’ve got to rock
You’re on the clock
You gotta rock

Hey-ho

We’re on the clock
Pick it up Chica
We gotta go
This ain’t no mud club
We’ve got to rock
This ain’t no rodeo
You’re on the clock
No flea market, no antiques show
We gotta knock it out the park
Pick it up Chica we gotta go
Your dungarees and faded blue jeans
Pick it up now, baby and split this scene
[Split this scene]
Come on Chica, venga
Venga chica con mí
Ho
Rock it out baby
Bought a notch
[Oh yeah]
Knock that ball right out the park
Oh You got it Chica
Was it that good
We got to go
Pack it up ??????

This is what I meant to say

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