Walking, talking,
searching high and low
Peeking, seeking,
wondering where to go
Shuckin' and truckin'
Still I ain't found nothin'
Gotta keep joggin', tired of this doggin'
Got to find you right away, girl
You were seen just now in
Jodi's
Cadillac
You think you're gonna get away clean
But I'll run you down like a
natural blood concourse
Duh, duh, duh, duh,
duh I'm a tracking machine
What I am, baby, a tracking machine I'm walking,
stalking, and talking to myself
It ain't funny, no, no,
honey I know you're with somebody else
I'm slippin' and slidin'
You think you're gonna get away
Keep on keepin' and hidin' I'll
chase you till judgment day
I'm slippin', steady rippin'
Eyes blinkin', always thinkin'
I hope you didn't act no clown
And start no boogin' around
But I'll run you down like a
natural great hound call
I'm a tracking machine, what I am
Think I better take my shoes off,
get to steppin'
Wait a minute, baby, don't run so fast
I ain't gonna hit you with this brick,
baby, I love you
I ain't gonna shoot you with this gun,
honest
Richard, y 'all leave the girl alone, man
Shut up, man, you ain't in this
Come on back, baby, come on,
wait a minute
You try to track her down so long,
baby, come on
Wait a minute,
wait a minute, don't run so fast
Where you going?
Stop!
Stop!
Talk to me for a little bit, baby!
A little bit!
Time!