CHECK ME OUT (THE CECIL SONG)

Cecil spits Listerine
Grins at the mirror, gives a wink
Grabs his lucky pocket comb
Clips his golden neck chain on

Shirt unbuttoned down to there
Stuff all in his hair
Green contacts in his eyes
Sweatbands, double wides

Earring, shades on
He hollers “Here I come”

(CHORUS)
“check me out
ain’t I cool?
That’s what I’m talking about
Who rules? I do”
He’s a walking, talking, loving machine
Waiting for those ladies to scream:

“Cecil”

he spies the dance floor, starts to smile
struts out there Egyptian style
leans back, tugs his clothes,
strikes a John Travolta pose

the music’s pumping
and Cecil starts a jumping, thinking

(REPEAT CHORUS)

a little honey’s been staring, he ain’t surprised
he slides on over, looks her in the eyes
says “Hey, I’m Cecil, baby what’s your sign?”
she says “see ya, bye bye”
and Cecil turns around and hollers

(REPEAT CHORUS)