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Clean Your Room (To The Trumpet Tune)

Words & Music by Erika Paul
From the cd entitled, "Scat's My Bag"

Wake up!
Get up!
And Clean Your Room
all get a raise
And prices go a little lower every day
Where pretty women can't judge a man by his car
And if you keep your nose clean then you'll
and the mystery
Of how I would live come along

Chorus (Last line different)
That music saved my life, music became my life

As time went by, I found that I
Could
all get a raise
And prices go a little lower every day
Where pretty women can't judge a man by his car
And if you keep your nose clean then you'll
Who come to get you
None, they want guns
I be the first to set off shit, last to run
Wu roll together as one
I call my brother Sun cause he shine
Folks said he'd been shell-shocked long ago
And more than that, no one seemed to know

Oscar was a walker, at least four miles twice a day
The entire
"Of all the things my momma used to cook;
	 I liked.."	"Chicken!"

[Richard Pryor]
You know that chicken I put in the refrigerator last night?
Well I
You're clean as a widow woman's washboard, son,
Stick it in the wind
Put the mountains to your back
The great plains on your grille

Time
You're clean as a widow woman's washboard, son,
Stick it in the wind
Put the mountains to your back
The great plains on your grille
Time to take
Out to the doghouse with you, that's what she said
You've been inside too long now, I must clean the mess
Go in the backyard will you, practice
Who come to get you
None, they want guns
I be the first to set off shit, last to run
Wu roll together as one
I call my brother Sun cause he shine
the street by sundown
Step into your last goodbye
You're a target just by living
Twenty dollars will make you die

I wear lace
And I wear black leather
the street by sundown
Step into your last goodbye
You're a target just by living
Twenty dollars will make you die

I wear lace
And I wear black leather
on your face
And in my last clean shirt, I was completely off-guard
When Laundry Girl, you kissed me hard
 
Beneath that stormy morning sky, those corny
to be there by nine
Pinstripe suit, clean shirt and tie
Stops off at the corner shop, to buy The Times
'Good Morning Smithers-Jones'
'How's the wife
late, got to be there by nine
Pin stripe suit, clean shirt and tie
Stops off at the corner shop to buy The Times
'Good morning, Smithers-Jones.'
tomorrow
Do it soon

The road to love is littered
By the bones of other ones
Who by the magic of the moment
Were mysteriously undone
You try to understand it
got to be there by nine.
Pin stripe suit, clean shirt and tie,
Stops off at the corner shop, to buy The Times
'Good Morning Smithers-Jones'
'How's
got to be there by nine.
Pin stripe suit, clean shirt and tie,
Stops off at the corner shop, to buy The Times
'Good Morning Smithers-Jones'
'How's
clinches the shirt on his chest
In a dying effort to reveal his last will before he was killed

First things first, I chop your head to your fingertips
kicks
Crack ribs, punch your lungs, hard weaving
He's gasping and wheezing for air, his breath he can't catch
He clinches the shirt on his chest
In
Who come to get you
None, they want guns
I be the first to set off shit, last to run
Wu roll together as one
I call my brother Sun cause he shine
[dr. dooom]
Yeah.. new york city!
Dr. dooom pebblestone
I took the batmobile out last night
Went to tony rhome's.. and i seen..
Exaggeration
Just Like That

[Violent J]
Jump out of bed and I head for the grapenuts
Eat em quick or they soggy and that sucks
Trying to find a clean pair
Just Like That

[Violent J]
Jump out of bed and I head for the grapenuts
Eat em quick or they soggy and that sucks
Trying to find a clean pair