Lyrics Rappin' With Yves - Eric Stewart

I was rappin' with Yves just the other day,
He's got a way with words, he's got a lot to say.
He said I'm sick of these people, gonna blow 'em away,
I said slow down baby, put your guns away.
Rappin' with Yves, we're Moroccan bound.
Rappin' with Yves, we're gonna split this town.
Rappin' with Yves, oh you've gotta come,
We'll all get silly in the desert sun.

Ta ta ta, blah blah blee, it all sounds strange, it's a mystery.
Ta ta ta, blah blah blee, I don't understand, s'all Greek to me.

Well Yves got a woman, she's so rafinee,
She talks a lot in that Parisian way.
I say slow down baby don't you blow your top,
The man'll disappear if the noise don't stop.
Oooh rappin' with Yves, we're Moroccan bound,
Rappin' with Yves, we've gotta move around,
Rappin' with Yves, yeah, we'll call on Fab,
He's got a cute little place called the Maison d'Arab.

Ta ta ta, blah blah blee, it all sounds strange, it's a mystery.
Oooh Ta ta ta, blah blah blee, I don't understand, s'all Greek to me.

Oooh the man's so gentle, he's an aristocrat,
Got the family jewels but they don't know that.
We say baby get heavy, now we all agree,
The man's so soft it's a mystery.
Rappin' with Yves, we're Moroccan bound,
Rappin' with Yves, don't you like the sound,
Rappin' with Yves, gonna hit the spots,
Rap away, rap away, don't you stop.

Ta ta ta, blah blah blee, it all sounds strange, it's a mystery.
Ta ta ta, blah blah blee, I don't understand, s'all Greek to me.

Oooh rap away, rap away, don't you stop, rap away baby take me to the top,
Rap away man, it's your God given right, rap away baby.
Stand up and fight.

Ta ta ta, blah blah blee, it all sounds strange, it's a mystery.
Oooh Ta ta ta, blah blah blee, I don't understand, s'all Greek to me.

Oooh rap away, rap away, don't you stop, rap away baby take me to the top,
Rap away man, it's your God given right, rap away baby.
Stand up and fight.