Jerricho Jones
Jerricho Jones dances like a washing machine.
Watching him is like your clothes getting cleaned.
Whether upon his toes or down on his knees,
His trousers stay straight without even a crease.
What turns him on? What makes him spin?
Is a thumping vibration from deep down within.
And then with a tumble at the end of the dance
This cycle will end with him in a trance
And the leaving crowd all wishing in droves
That their colour was as bright as Jerricho Jones
