Tripe Face Boogie Lyrics

-- B. Payne, R. Hayward 

Well I was buffaloed in Buffalo 
And I was entertained in Houston 
New York, yew nork, you got to choose one 
Cause it's a tripe face boogie 
Going to boogie my sneakers away 
  
Well I don't want your money 
And I don't want your time 
Please don't tripe me honey and I'll give you 
Give you back your dime 
  
It's a hype face boogie 
going to boogie my sneakers away 
  
Now I don't dig potato chips 
And I can't dig torts 
Well tripe my guacamole baby (it's a guaca) 
Tripe my shorts 
It's a tripe face boogie gonna boogie my sneakers away 
  
It's a hype boogie, tripe boogie, hype boogie 
All night long 
  
You bring your guitar, I'll bring the wine 
We'll tripe my guacamole baby just a one more time 
It's a hype boogie 
I said give tripe face his way 
I said lookout! 
I said give tripe face away 
I said lookout! 
I said give tripe face away