Preacher

I don't have to have no preacherTo tell me there ain't no good lovin' youYour snake-eye touches the ladderEverybody tells me it's true.You're gonna needYou're gonna bleedSomebody like me.I don't need my old school teacherTo learn me in your evil waysI sing right back to the jungleHang it up on Even Street.You're gonna needYou're gonna feedSomebody like me.Way down deep in the jungleSwingin' from tree to treeYou find me chasing around thereTrying to even the score.You're gonna needI'm gonna pleaseSomebody like you.(Heh-ho, Wah-wah, Wah-wah-wah, Oo-uh, Oo-uh, Oo-uh, Oo-uhOh-oh, Eee-Eee, Meow, Ooh-ooh, Ha-huh-huh, Suck-suck-suck,Oink! Hnch! Enwoooo! Oo-oo-oo-oo, Ah-ah-ah-ah, I'm gonna scratch ya, scratch ya.)