There's a sleepy little town down in Mexico
They brew their own tequila, mall, it's good to go
Rocket fuel bottled in a buffalo hoof
After two or three shots you're gonna raise the roof

Hoof Jelly, make you twist mid shout
Get some Hoof Jelly in your belly, you'll know what I'm talkin' about

It don't sell over the counter or in any of the bars
Folks down there sell it out the back of their cars
Comes in sizes small, medium and large
A bleedin' ulcer at no extra charge

Hoof Jelly, make your twist and shout out
Get some Hoof Jelly in your belly, you'll know what I'm talkin' about

Jelly make you grunt, Jelly make you squeal
Jelly take the paint right off your automobile
Listen up, people, I can guarantee
A little Hoof Jelly gonna setyou free

Jelly make you rock, Jelly make you roll
Jelly make a mess out of your motor control
Jelly make you sweat, get weak at the knees
Jelly give you multiple personalities

When it comes to clearing sinuses, Jelly's the best
Let it dribble down your chin and grow some hair on your chest
Have a Jelly party, invite everyone
Set your speed-dialer to 911

Hoof Jelly, turn your liver inside out
Get some Hoof Jelly in your belly, you'll know what I'm talkin' about

Get some Hoof Jelly in your belly, you’ll know what I'm talkin’ about ...



Chris Jones:  vocals, guitar (C-G-D-G-G-D, capo III), dobro (D-G-D-G-B-D, capo III)
Grischka zepf:  electric bass
Thomas Klippe:  hammond b3
Christian Rien:  trumpet
Michael Kleinhans:  tuba
Christian Archontidis:  drums