This one is a short rendition in which me and pianist mate of mine
 by the name of Prince Paul... I shall not relieve  I mean reveal  my
 identity...
 (Girl in background: That's not funny.)
 So  I think we shall begin like this. Are you ready  Prince Paul?
 You're fuckin' us up  man!
 PAUL: My playin's good  man!
 DOVE: Fuckin' us up  man! As we begin again... rude interruption from
 our audience...
 (Background laughter)
 Here we go.
 Oh Johnny
 You got a bullet in your forehead, boy
 Don't you understand, you dead
 Buried six feet under the concrete
 Ooh-aww-oh
 That's the noise he made when he got shot
 But Johnny's still dead
 Still dead
 Thought about his mama
 Thought about his father Josephine
 Nobody could help the boy when he hit the concrete
 Ooh-aww-oh
 The last words said by Johnny
 But now he's six feet under and he's dead
 Our next song we'll play is called Jenifa, we'll be back in a minute