Tripe Face Boogie Songtext

von Little Feat

Well I was buffaloed in Buffalo
And I was entertained in Houston
New York, yew nork, you got to choose one
Cause it's a tripe face boogie
Going to boogie my sneakers away

Well I don't want your money
And I don't want your time
Please don't tripe me honey and I'll give you
Give you back your dime

It's a hype face boogie
Going to boogie my sneakers away

Now I don't dig potato chips
And I can't dig torts
Well tripe my guacamole baby (it's a guaca)
Tripe my shorts
It's a tripe face boogie gonna boogie my sneakers away

It's a hype boogie, tripe boogie, hype boogie
All night long

You bring your guitar, I'll bring the wine
We'll tripe my guacamole baby just a one more time
It's a hype boogie
I said give tripe face his way
I said lookout!
I said give tripe face away
I said lookout!
I said give tripe face away