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She is a teenage wastebasket
Paddling up the river in a casket
Trying to experience everything at least once
Life is a commercial for being fucked
She is a teenage wastebasket
Paddling up the river in a casket
Trying to experience everything at least once
Life is a commercial for being fucked
but we can't take a chance on
Gettin caught 
So we stick to a plan coz 
We both got another and they wouldn't understand it 
Me and Mrs Jones have
changed my life.

Mr. Mambo (repeat and fade with following)
Please Mr. Mambo
Strike up the combo
And let this music sway
Please Mr. Mambo
Just one more
that fucked up and cold
Remember why you came and while you're alive
Experience the warmth before you grow old

So do you think I should adhere
the world bring you down
Not everyone here is that fucked up and cold

Remember why you came and while you're alive
Experience the warmth before you grow
up, listen up!
Here we go
It's a fucked up world
We're a fucked up place

Everybody's judged by their fucked up face
Fucked up dreams
Fucked up life
take a chance on
Gettin' caught, so we stick to a plan
'Cause we both got another and they wouldn't understand it

Me and Mrs. Jones got a thing going
Weary of life you retired from the world
The voice in your soul that cried follow (follow)
Told you of treasures of silver and gold
Locked up in
From the day I was born, I took the bull by the horns, and gave you
Plenty to scorn, well right on! then you said in a song that life was
Gettin
the world bring you down
Not everyone here is that fucked up and cold

Remember why you came and while you're alive
Experience the warmth before you grow
Open up yours eyes, Mr. Intentional
Stuck in a system, that seeks to suck your blood
Held emotionally hostage, by what everybody does
Counting all
enough to give this life away
'Cause you've been changed
The generous Mr. Lovewell loves today

It may be a simple, "How do you do?"
The king of thing
the world bring you down
Not everyone here is that fucked up and cold

Remember why you came and while you're alive
Experience the warmth before you grow
Everybody's excited!
Everybody's invited!
Come along, and swing that thing,
It's the wedding of Mr. and Mrs. Swing!

Hear the clarinets tootin'!
for you somehow
Well its up to you I'm here for years 
Or till the night time disappears 
I'm Mr. Right or Mr. Right now 

And if you choose to be
Walk on Mr. Sheep 
Walk on Dance, Mister! 
Hey, he's doin' 

OK Oh, oh Oh, he's all right 
Let him get up by himself 
Now I don't want to be too
of disgust
Behind bars your mind is free
Sleeping-pills of wormwood
Taken by mother insane - but
Life goes on - life goes on
Towards death in the fast line
Yo! Get away from the door
Everybody get the fuck back
Staten Island, stand up

I live a street life, nothin' but hard times and strife
I be
and squeal)
Can you see that my hoe ain't going
I thought you was real

[Verse 1]
I got Mr. Tell It up on the phone
Disturbing peace inside my home
Tryna tell
a relapse

I only call you when it's half past five
The only time that I'll be by your side
I only love it when you touch me, not feel me
When I'm fucked up
. And you've all had that experience in Thrifty and right Aid where time seems to slow down. I think Boris got his film fucked up by the technologist who must be
the President
And I sidled up him to listen to what he was tellin' and he said
Mrs Lucretia Garfield was always at his side
In the heat of the day fannin' him
"Marquis, can you stick your dick in my mouth?"
That experience has me all fucked up in the head
'Cause half of my time is spent in bed
And when she calls,
Mr. Wankerman
Yeah, yeah
Mr. Wankerman
Yeah, yeah
Mr. Wankerman
You a wankerman
I put up with your shit for such a long time
I'm not gonna take