Issachar Lyrics - Mighty Mighty Bosstones

Where's the wizzler, where's the corn? 

Get jacuzzi on the horn 

Issachar! Issachar! 

Whatever happened to the mob? Issachar! 

He had to quit and get a job, Issachar! 

Road manager, security, Issachar! 

Hangin' shirts and makin' tea, Issachar! 

Where's the wizzler, where's the corn? Issachar! 

Near the elevator, is there porn? Issachar! 

What a man gotta deal wit! Issachar! 

My head's not orange, cut the shit! Issachar! 

Jack, Jack ca mi sey Jack Flanagan 

Mi a go tell a likkie storie 'bout mi good bredren wa 

Go by de name of Jack Flanagan 

It was a long time ago down a C.B.G.B. 

Mi look pon mi bredren name Docta Dready 

Mi sey Docta D. who booked dis opening band 

Mon in a 3 piece suit wit guitar ina 

I'm hand, ca mi sey Jack Flanagan 

On the road and on the phone, Issachar! 

Roll up the window roll a bone, Issachar! 

Rollin' a buck in a forty zone, Issachar! 

Now settle up and head for home, Issachar! 

He's Issachar now hear him roar Issachar! 

When he's lost his temper find the door Issachar! 

It's almost always good to see him, Issachar! 

He's one damn fine human being, Issachar! 

Jack Flanagen 

Mi bredren Bosstones dem naw slip dem naw miss Flanagen 

im was di Mob guitarist nowadays he manage Reggae artist 

so when you wan get pin Micky Dread guest list Jack Flanagen 

Him naw resist Jack Flanagen, Jack Flanagen 

Sounds played by the Mighty Mighty Bosstones 

Would entertain you, yeah, caught me sayin' [unverified] 

Got us 'cross the border, helpin' hand when it began 

Kept our shit in order my man Jack Flanagen 

In his town he'll hook you up, he'll show you 'round 

He'll watch your back 

When we head down we look him up 

And hang around with Irish Jack 

Much, much, much respect in this world 

It's hard to find Issachar! 

A stand up guy who'll stand behind you 

If you're ever in a bind Issachar! 

My man Jack he comes to mind Issachar!