Lyrics John Reuben

John Reuben

I John Reu

You're listening to my new LP

If you didn't buy it then my man listen please

Don't dub a tape you can go to the store

And if they sold out tell them 'please get more'

John Reu and for the few that was askin'

Middle name Reuben and my last name is Zappin

Action packed satisfaction guaranteed

I'm about to enter in and give them what they need

And continue eat up the menu

We won't pretend to do things we can't do

Just hit your venue soon to be in your community

Once again I want to thank you for the opportunity

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Yes indeed like who I John Reu

Do promise you the listener always to

Keep it innovative dang on it

My name is John Reuben and you have my word on it

We're about to use all we have

Throwing out attention getters simply just to grab

Focus channel in

Because if you're like me you have a short attention span

Some say ADD, I just think that I'm lazy

I let my mind go to where ever it wants to take me and

Sometimes it's good and sometimes it's not

For a while it was active but then it stopped

You see I had writer's block but I got restocked

To hit creative mode with a load of thought

The sure shot baby rockin it

From the bottom to the top of it

We keep it full full motion full swing full everything

Bring the type of sound that makes your ear thank you for listening

Glistening from the shine I put on the mind

Positive outlook now bring in the hook

(chorus)

Hold up let me make a quick statement

You see it's all about putting things in its proper placement

Nothing wrong with a sloppy arrangement

I learned that long ago in a Pataskala basement

We lad with my finger on a drum pad

Not bad meaning good but bad meaning bad

A fad it wasn't good we weren't

Sometimes we had to hit the stage and get burnt

But a thanks to everyone who chose to bite their tongue

Instead of busting us out you could have made us look dumb

But you didn't and I appreciate your courtesy

Now here's a few things I need to say urgently

One, this record won't ever sell a million

Two, Little Richard thinks I look like Bob Dylan

Three, Dan's my bro Kathleen's my mom

Now you tell me what that has to do with this song