brain thinking for Incomprehensible seconds. Motown junk, Motown junk, Motown junk, Motown junk. Junka, junka, junka, junka, junka We live in urban hell, we destroy rock 'n' roll
lota junka with my moola. And sent it to the folks back home. I never had the chance to dance the hula. Well,I guess I should have known. When you start talking to the sweet wahini. Walking in the
