Me & Mr Jones - Live From Shepherd’s Bush Empire, London / 2007

Nobody stands in between me and my man

It's me and Mr. Jones

(Me and Mr. Jones)

What kind of fuckery is this?

You made me miss the Slick Rick gig

(Oh, Slick Rick)

You thought I didn't love you when I did

(When I did)

Can't believe you played me out like that

No, you ain't worth guest list

Plus one of all them girls you kiss (All them girls)

You can't keep lying to yourself like this

(To yourself)

Can't believe you played yourself like this (Out)

Rulers one thing, but come Brixton

Nobody stands in between me and my man

'Cause it's me and Mr. Jones

Me and Mr. Jones

What kind of fuckery are we?

Nowadays you don't mean dick to me (Don't mean dick)

I might let you make it up to me (Make it up)

Yeah, baby, who's playing Saturday?

What kind of fuckery are you?

Beside from Ray Ray you're my best black Jew

(Best black Jew)

But we could swear that we were through

(We were through)

I still wonder 'bout the things you do

Mr. Destiny, nine and fourteen

Nobody stands in between me and my man

'Cause it's me and Mr. Jones

Oh, yeah, oh-oh-oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh

(Thank you)

(Alright, uh, this really is the last one. What we, uh... what we gonna do?

There we go! We have a winner. Fuckin' hell. Alright, go on, baby)