back in the day people used to get dressed up to play croquet

red oragne yellow green blue and black
this games gonna give me a heart attack
we got singles and doubles and tripletes
do whatever you want just pick your sticks

my name is rick o'shea i play blue
back in the day i say toodle-oo to you
see i am the roller got game like four leaf clover
hey wicket get your stick its time to rock the court

im dj wicket and i rule the court
cuz nothin lies for me ya hear that sport
put-puttin through the holes
got my backup from the hoes
watchout this is a croquet hold-up
my swing is sweeter than a fat jelly donut

excuse me im roxy roquet im all green
i inherited my stroke from the queen
i knock lots of blokes off the green
so put your pounds and your bucks on me
im second only to capitol b
its first come first served
the losers hors d'ouvre
im gonna wipe this boyplate clean
im talking about you o'shea
im talking about you dj

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9
do it in order or lose your time
wicket sport is wicket rhyme
hate to break it to ya this court is mine

when we bend over to take our puts
all you pucker-punks can kiss our butts