De' reason she man playin' jook for jook
Right in me eye, I say I 'shamed to look
De' reason she man playin' jook for jook
He got a long needle in she arm which she hook
I know, jookin' is a painful t'ing
But de' reason like she vexed when he stop jookin'
He jook she in she belly like he jook she bad
Teresa start to bawl like if she goin' mad.
CHORUS:
Ah-hu, du-du, don't jook so hard
I beggin' you -- Woye! Pepper!
don't jook so hard
Ay-yi-yi, I beggin' you
Stay in de' corner
Not in de' center,
Oh God, she shout,
you gonna dig it out.
[Trumpet solo]
Oh, dey start back again in a different style,
De' two of dem close dey eyes and dey jookin' wild
Dey jook and dey jook til de couch break down
She lock de neck and she jookin' 'im on de ground.
I say, I better go and part
Before any bloodshed start.
She says, Sparrow boy, does it concern you?
If you come too close, we jook you too.
CHORUS
[Sax solo]
Well, I tired see people play lash-for-lash,
foot-for-foot and mash-for-mash.
But dis jook for jook is a brand new one
See dem how dey havin' fun on de groun'g.
My belly start to boil I'm tellin' you
I feel I could go and jook she too.
She perspirin'--buckets of drops--
She complainin'--but she wouldn't stop.
CHORUS
[Sax solo (basically "I Got Rhythm)]
Oh well, I never see nothing so since I born
For hours and hours, dey carryin' on
De man felt a jook 'n' say she dead for sure
But 'e miss and de needle stick in de floor.
She push him 'way and she call on me
jookie-jookie-jook buddy who are we [?]
I don't know if I jookin if I touch a vein.
She [-----] like if she in pain, bawlin',
CHORUS
[Sax solo (basically "I Got Rhythm)]
Oh well, I never see nothing so since I born
For hours and hours, dey carryin' on
De man felt a jook 'n' say she dead for sure
But 'e miss and de needle stick in de floor.
She push him 'way and she call on me
jookie-jookie-jook buddy who are we [?]
I don't know if I jookin if I touch a vein.
Man, she [react] like if she in pain, bawlin',
CHORUS
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Hard to figure out precisely what is happening here.
Apart from the obvious drug injection/sex metaphor,
it seems like Sparrow is the observer dragged
into the fray by a wild woman in the thrall of
another man. Bad roommates. I'm guessing the drug
being jooked here is cocaine rather than heroin,
given the frenzied response. The last verse is my
best guess at Sparrow's lyric. There might be some
kind of demented mumblety-peg going on, played with
loaded syringes.
Sparrow's pronounciation of "down" and "ground" have
a definite "ng" sound at the end, with a hard "g".