Tulane and Monty opened a record store
Underneath the counter they kept the bootlegs and more
Everything was clicking, Lord, the business was good
'Til one day, man, there an officer stood
Monty jumped the counter but he stumbled and fell
But Tulane made it over, and Monty he yelled,
Go ahead on, Tulane, he can't catch up with you
Go Tulane, he ain't man enough for you
Go Tulane, use all the speed you got
Go Tulane, you know that you got a lot
Go Tulane, he laggin' far behind
Go ahead on
Well, go by your father's house and tell him business is slow
And see if he will lend us something, soon as he hits the dough
Put the cat out in the hall and rumple up the room
Go tell the doctor you swallowed some perfume
Tell him to make it quick, 'cause he may to testify
That you been sick in bed all day and that's a perfect alibi
Go ahead on, Tulane, he can't catch up with you
Go Tulane, he ain't man enough for you
Go Tulane, use all the speed you got
Go Tulane, you know that you got a lot
Go Tulane, he laggin' far behind
Go ahead on
Well, speed down the alleyway in case you see the man
Go back by the shop and get the stuff from the van
Go by your father's, get the money for the bail
See if he can get us out of this dirty rotten jail
We got to get a lawyer in the click of politics
Somebody who can win the thing or get the thing fixed
Go ahead on, Tulane, he can't catch up with you
Go Tulane, he ain't man enough for you
Go Tulane, use all the speed you got
Go Tulane, you know you need a lot
Go Tulane, he laggin' far behind
Go ahead on, Tulane, go ahead on