Sweet Leaf / Funk Fresh Country Club Lyrics - Ugly Kid Joe

written by Tony Iommi, Bill Ward, Geezer Butler, Ozzy Osbourne (Sweet Leaf), Whitfield Crane and Eric Philips (Funky Fresh Country Club) 

When I first met you, didn't realize 

I can't forget you, for your suprize 

you introduced me, to my mind 

And left me wanting, you and your kind 

Oh yeah! 

Straight people don't know, what your about 

They put you down and shut you out 

you gave to me a new belief 

and soon the world will love you sweet leaf 

Oh yeah! 

Funky fresh tunes 

And you're walking down the street 

And you're trying to find the girl 

That you really want to meet 

You're flying past the reef 

And you're drinking shrunking heads 

You wake up in the morning 

And you wish that you were dead 

As you stagger home 

In the blackest form of night 

The rollers out in force baby 

They're looking for a fight 

You try to play the game 

You try to pass the test 

But the only thing in sight baby 

Is the sight of your arrest 

Jail cell - living hell 

Cains off me I'm free 

Doing time - one more time 

Mine, all mine, all mine 

Now the country club is cold 

And the country club is mean 

The attendants at the country club 

Ain't something to be seen 

If you're messing with my girl 

You're messing with your life 

Cause I'm gonna cut you 

With a big, big knife 

You bet your fuckin' life 

Now as you stagger home 

In the blackest form of night 

The rollers out in force baby 

They're looking for a fight 

You try to play the game 

You try to pass the test 

But the only thing in sight baby 

Is the sight of your arrest 

Jail cell - living hell 

Cains off me I'm free 

Doing time - one more time 

Mine, all mine, all mine 

I wanna tell you a story baby 

I hope you wanna hear 

I wanna tell you a story baby 

I hope you wanna hear 

Going downtown in the back of a car 

Some motha'fucka' left the door ajar 

Remember what your parents said 

Be home by eight and in your bed 

Now as you stagger home 

In the blackest form of night 

The rollers out in force baby 

They're looking for a fight 

You try to play the game 

You try to pass the test 

But the only thing in sight baby 

Is the sight of your arrest 

Jail cell - living hell 

Cains off me I'm free 

Doing time - one more time 

Mine, all mine, all mine