Chilly Down

When the sun goes down

And the bats are back to bed

The brothers come 'round

I get out of my dirty bed

I shake my pretty little head

Tap my pretty little feet

Feeling brighter than sunlight

Louder than thunder

Bouncing like a yo-yo

Don't got no problems

Ain't got no suitcase

Ain't got no clothes to worry about

Ain't got no real estate or jewelry

Or gold mines to hang me up

I just throw in my hand

With the chilliest bunch in the land

They don't look much

They sure chilly chilly

They positively glow, glow

Chilly down with the fire gang

Think small with the fire gang

Bad hep with the fire gang

When your thing gets wild

Chilly down

Chilly down with the fire gang

Act tall with the fire gang

Good times, bad food

When your thing gets wild

Chilly down, chilly down

Drive you crazy, really lazy

Eye rollin', funky strollin'

Ball playin', hip swayin'

Trouble makin', booty shakin'

Tripping, passing, jumping, bouncing

Drivin', stylin', creeping, pouncing

Shoutin', screamin', double dealin'

Rockin', rollin' and a reelin'

With the mackin' sex appealin'

Can you dig our groovy feelin'?

So when things get too tough

And your chin is dragging on the ground

And even down looks up

Bad luck

We can show you a good time

And we don't charge nothin'

Just strut your nasty stuff

Wiggle in the middle yeah

Get the town talkin', fire gang

Chilly down with the fire gang

Think small with the fire gang

Bad hep with the fire gang

When your thing gets wild

Chilly down

Chilly down with the fire gang

Act tall with the fire gang

Good times, bad food

When your thing gets wild

Chilly down

Chilly down with the fire gang

Think small with the fire gang

Bad hep with the fire gang