boy from Tupelo I was made in England like a blue Cortina But a Yankee summer had a way about her You had a scent for scandal, well here's my middle
(Piano Intro) Ring my bell, ring my bells.. Ring my bell, ring my bells.. Ring my bell, ring my bells.. Ring my bell, ring my bells.. Sometimes you love
Somethings going on; And Im not saying your to blame I know Im not your girl, I know your not my man But somethings wrong, I can't explain After the
unpleasant! I can't wait to sign the card and check into my little closet. Unpack my leather cape, hang it up on the wall, get out the washboard, put away my
sellin' at de do'! Now we got BROADWAY ZOMBIE MAMMYS! We gots an' UGLY, UGLY O'PHAN ANNIE! An' de traditium will go on, 'n on, 'n on I loves t'see de
of such lyrics on a well adjusted child may not be cataclysmic . . . Senator Hollings: If I could find some way constitutionally to do away with it,
on to it . . . ahm . . . Who's out there Gross Man? I know they're Gross Men . . . Girl: No! Louis: It 'cause . . . all my body! No . . . honey . . .
girl's so crazy, got my gullet jiggling Fiddling with my feelings like an out of tune piano Like I'm on ritalin The way she's got my undivided attention
one more time, for all my generation. you'll never, ever pull my lever, not today and not forever. something on my mind, it takes my concentation. just wanna lay it on
just as close as the Holy Ghost is And lay you down on bed of roses Well I'm so far away step that I takes on my way home A king's ransom in dimes give
a mic But I refused the offer, 'cuz God sent me to strike With skills unused like fallopian tubes on a dyke My words'll expose George Bush and Bin Laden
on my, mental piano Knowin I can go, just switchin a spare Got a strange way of seein life like Intuition is there even when my vision's impaired, yeah
H.O., rap's Grateful Dead Back to take over the globe, now break bread I'm in, Boeing jets, Global Express Out the country but the blueberry still connect On
on my, mental piano Got a strange way of seein life like I'm Stevie Wonder with, beads under the doo-rag Intuition is there even when my vision's impaired
stars above Nobody seems to want me nor to lend me a helping hand I'm on my way from Frisco headin' back to Dixie Land My pocketbook is empty my heart
wonderwoman, let me go get my ropes I'm a supermodel and mummy, si, mummy Amnesty international got bankrupt (i'm on top, on lock) You love my ass and my
leg to stand on Take my money Twist our paper Leave the table Bad behaviour I got my spies Swift to every consultlate Be my eyes Tell me what
money is the key so keep on dreamin', And put those lottery tickets just to tease us, My aunt Pam can't put those cigarettes down, Now my lil cousin smokin