This is a song about "Old nick"

Where i from, it get cold

Then those bitches who grew old.

But in fact all u needs is a nick and a small flick, just to fall like a broken stick.

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

Catch you up on places i've been

Free of all old dragging tension;

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

After every show, a dream she hold

When the club gets played

Like an old paper plate

Women front, they get its cold

When the rhyme itself starts getting old

This irritation of life that's getting real old

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold