Rob Zombie - Shadow of the Cemetery Man Lyrics

Spin a turntable for the ugly ones (get it on)
Rocky mountain high in the California sun (get it on)
One is one is one is us
Hitching a ride on a black magic bus

She gotta rock and she gotta roll (get it on)
I don't give a f*ck, I ain't never growing old (get it on)
She gotta rock and she gotta roll (get it on)
I don't give a f*ck, I ain't never growing old, yeah

Alright everybody, on the count of three
Gotta let it all hang out
One, two, three, go

Dig it, sexy mama
Well, I'm a cemetery man
Dig it, sexy mama
Well, I'm a cemetery man

I've had my mind blown a long time
But in a different way, you see?

Yellow submarine said, "Jump right in" (get it on)
A self-made freak just selling you some skin now (get it on)
Mock your Christ with crowning thorns (get it on)
Praying to a demon sporting cheap plastic horns, yeah

Hate is your God so twist and shout (get it on)
Get out on the floor and work that f*cker out now (get it on)
Hate is your God so twist and shout (get it on)
Get out on the floor and work that f*cker out now

Alright everybody, on the count of three
Gotta let it all hang out
One, two, three, go

Dig it, sexy mama
Well, I'm a cemetery man
Dig it, sexy mama
Well, I'm a cemetery man

Can you see it? It's right here in front of me, right now
Watch, no
Oh good heavens, everything is so beautiful and lovely and
I've never seen such infinite beauty in my life

Take your baby over to dead man's curve
Going down, down, down if you got the nerve
Take your baby over to dead man's curve
Going down, down, down if you got the nerve now

(Dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig)

Dig it, sexy mama
Well, I'm a cemetery man
Dig it, sexy mama
Well, I'm a cemetery man
(Hahaha)