ho ho ho
tonto jump on it jump on it jump on it
kemosabe jump on it jump on it jump on it
custer jump on it jump on it jump on it
apache jump on it jump on it
wolololololo
ahungahungahungahunga
big bank hank
i’m big bank i am the chief
i got a lot of raps but i’ll be brief
i never need a horse i like to chill
so i drive up in my new seville
my tribe went down in the hall of fame
’cause i’m the one who shot jesse james
pound for pound i will never break down
big bank no sir i don’t mess around
wolololololo ho
wolololololo
tonto jump on it jump on it jump on it
kemosabe jump on it jump on it jump on it
custer jump on it jump on it jump on it
apache jump on it jump on it
wolololololo
ahungahungahungahunga
master gee
like kemosabe of course it’s me
i’m better known as the master gee
a firing squad sensed the danger
when they’re stung by the rapping ranger
had a little talk with my medicine man
he said get them squaws fast as you can
to all you girls that wanna join my tribe
just move to my rhythm and feel my vibe
put up a fuss in the end you’ll agree
when you come inside my teepee
as i said before you could sense the danger
when you’re stung by the rapping ranger
when silver and i take a ride
all you suckers better step aside
i sting squaws then i run away
hi yo silver is what i say
ho ho
wolololololo
hit it gang
ho ho ho
wolololololo
tonto jump on it jump on it jump on it
kemosabe jump on it jump on it jump on it
custer jump on it jump on it jump on it
apache jump on it jump on it
wolololololo
ahungahungahungahunga
wonder mike
a powwow just rock it out
finger poppin’ to the break of dawn
keep it rockin’ like the stuff that we call maize
what’s that hot buttered popcorn
you just hippahoppadippaboppa bang the boogie
woogie betcha wanna boogie again
and you can put me to the test at your request
i rock you out of your mocassins
kemosabe got down took off his mask
he kicked off his shoes and did the monster mash
tommy came along saw what was happenin’
his head began to boppin’ his foot start to clappin’
go slam dunk do the jerk
and with the mic is how my smoke signals work
they were jammin’ off a record that said it best
now what you hear is not a test
wolololololo
ahungahungahungahunga
ahungahungahungahunga
tonto jump on it jump on it jump on it
kemosabe jump on it jump on it jump on it
custer jump on it jump on it jump on it
apache jump on it jump on it
wolololololo
Artist: Sugarhill Gang
Year: 1982
Decade: 80s
Language: en
Word Count: 250