The Great Divide — Livin' Like Thanksgivin' lyrics

Well shaggy was a pot head he used to dig them scooby snacks
I don't think he was seeing ghosts he was havin flashbacks
And he loved to ride around in that mystery machine
Wore the same shirt every day it was a desmohomed green
One of those medlin kids always gettin into everything.

Well ham boogy in a big red working in the sauce like a rib
I'm the boss with the hot sauce mama roll it on back to my crib
I'm bustin them funky rhmes bow wow yo yippe ti yi ya
You know I got it goin on back on up get out the way hey.
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Well I'm just livin like thanksgivin gon't go messin with my dressin
We get it on like donkey kong, keep it cool like smith&wesson
I'm gonna take you down town get on up and turn around

Well wam bam alacazam make ya wanna holler hi di ho
Throw it back like a cracker jack down at the local stop&go
I'm just chillin like bob dylan hangin loose like an ole mongoose
You know I got it goin on get it on turn it loose

I'm just livin like thanksgivin don't you come messin with my dressin

We get it on like a neckbone keep it cool like smith & wesson
We gonna take you down town get on up lets throw it down