Lyrics:
Upperclass
Twit of the Year. There's Nigel, he's shot Simon by mistake, Simon
is back up and there's Nigel, Nigel's shot himself: Nigel is third in this
fine
feet hang around me
Hang by, hang by
Hang by, hang by
Hang by, hang by
Hang by, hang by me
Iron Man's sick of being Tony Stark
Im so certain of it, what i want n life
Im so certain of it, yeah i know the kind
Im inspired by a legend but he died
It was soon but there aint no
over, rubber spinnin'
Big swig, toss another beer can
Too lit, tonight, prayin' on the moonlight
Every John is just the same
I’m sick of their
City
Crooked train robbing gold rushers
It be the villain from the Wu Building
That be
Ready and willing for a wardance killing
Murda, there ain't nothing in
dudes, yeah And now he playin' by the rules, yeah
They say, Von, you a legend They tell me, Von, you a legend
Von, you a legend They tell me, Von, you
Sawdust John
Old timers tell how a timber man fell to a tree with a scar in its side
In the hollow beneath there's the saw blades teeth and the men who
verse]
No parking by the sewer sign
Hotdog my razor broke
Water dripping up the spout
But (hey) I don't care - let it all hang out
Hanging from
she wrote, Dear John
I've sent your saddle home
Now Jonah got along in the belly of the whale
Daniel in the lion's den
But I know a guy that
'cause i won't be back no more,
And that's all she wrote, dear john,
I've (c7) sent your saddle (f) home.
Now jonah got along in the belly
handled steel like a man.
They took John Henry to the graveyard
Laid him down in the sand
Every locomotive comin' a-rolling by by by
Hollered "there
and you
Oh yea, and you, your friend and you too
One thing on my mind, that’s true
It must be on my mind, guess who?
Mick and Legend want all the women
In
pockets are overflowing they're so full.
But John there's a man with a steam drill in town and it doesn't need to eat or drink or rest. Before they go
(Scatting by Scatman John)
Everybody party down to Louisiana
Everybody jam (yeh)
Everybody come and take a ride with me
(Scatting by Scatman John)
Follow
amphetamines
I be doing this until I'm deader than John Lennon be
I been going bad man I might commit some felonies
I been in the lab man killin' all these
number
Way in the middle of the air
Cryin' holy, holy to the Lord
Old John the baptist, old John divine
Frogs and snakes are gonna get John this time
stuff
But there's not Much the minister's
Son can knock up
John Johnson sucks like Prince John's thumbs
He got hung more than Little John's Johnson
You're
In fiber optic illusion
The flickering eyes
By flourescent lights
Supplicate before machines,
Self-reflecting
The legend of modernity:
The phosphenes
of the seventh seal
Well, God walked down in the cool of the day
And he called adam by his name
He refused to answer
'cause he was naked and ashamed
Tell me who's
They get clean wind what you gon do?
Rap about a fight I had with
A nigga that by me? And I bit him back
Well talk about how it was 20 niggas
There and I
here's to all my uncles and aunties
in their prime
in their pomp
in their best cardigans and slacks and summer shifts and flatties
janglin' their
here's to all my uncles and aunties
in their prime
in their pomp
in their best cardigans and slacks and summer shifts and flatties
janglin' their
it don't look like no trouble there
As they head for the bar in their lumpy suits
And I slip my hand between the thighs of John Finn's wife
And they
chicken wheezy
Coughing up Covid in America's Graffiti!
I said the world is run by aliens!
If you don't believe me just ask your tele-vheezy!
Watch them how
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