Check It Out - Blackeyed Blonde

«Hi, this is Pat Morgan from B.E.B.

Radio

One-O-Point-One FM Stereo

And as I’ve got a surprise for you tonight

Why don’t you just go down to your local radio store

Get the new B.E.B.

record — CD or tape

Put it on your system

And blast that shit soo loud

And man, these, missed them in your car

Put this shit it in your trunk and let it slam

Get these things in your ride

And have a ball and have a blast

For so long, this here is 'Check it out'!»

One, two, three, four, back to the past (tense)

He run to me, more takin', shakin' hands

«Yo Taste!

Do you still know me?

It’s me, Ostermann.»

Yeah, whats up my son?

He told me, told and told and told

Told 'bout the crazy army-time

Summer hot, winter cold

And told and told

What a cold cool man I am

He would like our music

I would be his man

Damn, I must free my hand

Back from this wind-bag, gas-bag

Back to my band

Check it out

A few minutes later

I remember a talk

And become a terminator

The Peace-War-Creator

A good friend of mine

Told me about a guy

Who knew P.W.C.'s crime

In this time he wanted to be

Creator’s friend

Didn’t know he’s my friend

He only saw the tatoo-land

So he told about me I’d be a lunatic

Fantastic, fantastic

He told I’d be a lunatic

Quick, big

The fist came quicker than a flash

Crash!

His face looked like a trash

Fresh, fresher;

he checked it out

This gay motherf -out- cried

And shouted actually

I’d be a good man, I’d be a good guy

Next time, his head is mine

His hair will fly!

One!

Check it out!

Two!

Check it out!

(Check it out!)

Three!

Check it out!

Four!

Check it out!

(Check it out!)

Five!

Check it out!

Six!

Check it out!

(Check it out!)

Seven!

Check it out!

(Check it out and check it out!)

One!

Check it out!

Two!

Check it out!

(Check it out!)

Three!

Check it out!

Four!

Check it out!

(Check it out!)

Five!

Check it out!

Six!

Check it out!

(Check it out!)

Seven!

Check it out!

(Check it out and check it out!)

«Hi!

Are you guys still down with this tune?

Cause this is wonderful

So, why don’t just grab your girlfriend

Take her all back and do something crazy

Cause this shit is RAW!»

Five, six, seven, eight, back to the crisis

A wife kicks seven

Hate seven blank promises

No, kisses, why is this, why is this, yo?

Oh, no, check it out

Let your brain’s thoughts go

Nine, ten, eleven, and twelve

Fine, you’re the king in the heaven

You’re yourself

But what is -check it out- if you fall

Fall in the deep

Call in the sleep

And you wake up, you stand up

And you understand

That your self-importance

Is this deep-sleep-land

And you seize a hand

And the hand seizes you

It’s owner gab and gabble

At the end, you are the fraggle, too

Thirt', fourt', fift' and sixteen

Never learned on the black board

Shifts are tricks which mean

You have overcome the past

You must not ask

Check it out, that’s your task:

You drive on the highway of life

All your life long

The search for the meaning of life

A very old song

Ding Dong, Ding Dong, hello

Your urge to search

For the meaning of life

Don’t search!!!

Sevent', eight', ninet' and twenty

The present is paid

Your mind is free

So why are you lookin' for the key?

This is your dark cloud

Check it out, check it out, check it out!

One!

Check it out!

Two!

Check it out!

(Check it out!)

Three!

Check it out!

Four!

Check it out!

(Check it out!)

Five!

Check it out!

Six!

Check it out!

(Check it out!)

Seven!

Check it out!

(Check it out and check it out!)

One!

Check it out!

Two!

Check it out!

(Check it out!)

Three!

Check it out!

Four!

Check it out!

(Check it out!)

Five!

Check it out!

Six!

Check it out!

(Check it out!)

Seven!

Check it out!

(Check it out and check it out!)

«News flash Saarbrücken:

Without a nose, without any eyes

I’m sorry for the guy

And I’m your host, Pat Morgan

See you next week!"

Ohhh yeahhh!