I had a dream Crispy crispy Benjamin Franklin came over Baby, sat all four of my kids Then in my dream, I told the doctor off He said, âIf you don't want to do it Then you don't have to do itâ He said, âThe truth is, you'll be okay, anywayâ Then in my dream Crispy crispy Benjamin Franklin and the doctor Went and had a talk with my boss Something about insurance policies They kept the door closed at all times I couldn't hear or see When they came out they said âYou'll be okay, anywayâ And I smiled 'cause I'd known it all along No thank you, no thank you, no thank you, no thank you I don't have to pay for this shit I couldn't afford chemo like I couldn't afford a limo And on any given day, I'd rather ride a limousine No thank you, no thank you, no thank you, no thank you I ain't about to to die like this I couldn't afford chemo like I couldn't afford a limo And besides this shit is making me tired It's making me tired It's making me tired You know I plan to retire some day And I'm gonna go out in style Go out in style This shit it's making me tired It's making me tired It's making me tired I'ma gonna go out in style Go out in style When I woke up My kids were being quiet I knew it was a dream right away I called the limousine company Then I got dressed I dressed the kids as well The limousine pulled in And we piled in The doctor he asked which way we were headed I said, âSir, let's just go west and he listened obedientlyâ Sophie only wants to listen to radio BBC Michael sat on my knees and whispered to me All about the meanies Jacqueline was being such a big girl With her cup of tea looking out of the window And Barbara, she looks just like my mom Oh my God, Barbara She looks so much like my mom No thank you, no thank you, no thank you, no thank you I don't have to pay for this shit I couldn't afford chemo like I couldn't afford a limo And on any given day, I'd rather ride a limousine No thank you, no thank you, no thank you, no thank you I ain't about to die like this I couldn't afford chemo like I couldn't afford a limo And besides this shit is making me tired It's making me tired It's making me die You know, I plan to retire some day And I'm-a gonna go out in style Go out in style This shit, it's making me tired It's making me tired It's making me tired I'ma gonna go out in style Go out in style Style Style Style Style Style Style Style Style I had a dream Crispy crispy Benjamin Franklin came over and Baby, sat all four of my kids I had a dream Crispy crispy Benjamin Franklin came over and Baby, sat all four of my kids Sophie only want to tune us into radio BBC Michael sat on my knees and whispered to me All about the meanie Jacqueline was being such a big girl With her cup of tea looking out of the window And Barbara, she looks just like my mom Oh my God, Barbara, she looks so much like my mom Oh my God, Barbara She looks so much just like my mom © SOVIET KITSCH MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com