Hold it, hold it, hold it, hold it, hold it, stop the music, stop this music, who got mynatural cone...I ain't got no cone to comb my hair, hey, hey, nowNobody seem to hear a word I say, hey, hey, nowYou know what I'm talking aboutDon't you make me turn this party offThat's what I got to doWho got fine natural cone?Who got fine natural cone?Who got fine natural cone?If I don't find that strong coneAin't nobody going homeI broke two of those other kind of funny conesYou know the kind I'm talking aboutMy head wouldn't stand no footstepLike me, it's much too stout, ouchWho got fine natural cone?Who got fine natural cone?Who got fine natural cone?Who got fine natural cone?Now listen, give it up, oh babyGive it up, oh babyI want everybody to take their natural cone out of their pocketAnd hold it over their headAfter all, I made it to you, I didn't give it to youOh babyGive it up, oh babyNo, that's not itThat's not it either, no, uh-uhThat's not itThat ain't it eitherNo, that's red, mine was blackAnd that was California red, noNo, that's not itThat's not itGive it up, oh babyGive it up, oh babyGive it up, oh babyThat's not it either, noThat's not it eitherThat ain't it either