'm in the chair I've got a target, and I want my share Footsi-footsi Footsi-footsi Footsi-footsi Footsi-footsi Footsi-footsi Footsi-footsi Footsi-footsi Footsi-footsi
Be still young heart Never will you fall apart Be still young heart Never will you fall apart Be wise, my dear, you must learn to just be still Until
it's hard to get around, in a six foot town In a six, in a six In a six foot town In a six, in a six In a six foot town In a six, in a six In a six foot
the ladies say ho, all the hoes say (Ha, ha, ha) Gucci up, here we go A-town, C-post Cut masta swift down ya throat Boy stop, Sir Luscious Left Foots
--tone Keep stepping with your new suede shoes--on Boys and girls lets all sing along Now everybody just get on the good foot Get on the good foot
Six foot, seven foot, eight foot bunch Six foot, seven foot, eight foot bunch Excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer Swagger down pat, call my shit
My eyes see the coming revolution My eyes see the glory of the world My eyes see the coming revolution My eyes see the glory of the world My eyes see
On the good foot On the good foot Ho, on the good foot Get on the good foot On the good foot On the good foot Ho, get on the good foot On the good foot
foot wrong, I'm gonna fall Put one foot wrong and I'm gonna fall Put one foot wrong and I'm gonna fall Somebody gets it, somebody gets it Just one foot
Long ago things to be Ive got a garden hose and a color tv I've got time on my hands I've got time on my hands Nobody cares what I do Long ago things
Your brains went black, when she took back her love And put it out into the sun, the birds did fly When the heavens all went dry And the cigarettes were
Stand outside with a suitcase (There's a forcefield round my neck) Walk around all the while (And it stands just where I sat) Look at the people driving
Fourteen rivers, fourteen floods Bend your body to the heavens above Don't get drunk, don't get dry Just bring your money next Saturday night Fourteen
Go where you want to Do the things you feel Walk around with a broken leg And a hundred-dollar bill Get yourself a pistol Get yourself a dog Stay up
Definitely this is the wrong place to be There's blood on the futon There's a kid drinking fire Going down to the sea They got people to meet Shaking
Well, there ain't nobody left to impress And everyone's kissing their own hands This 666 on the kitchen floor Ain't no fire in the pan? I get lonesome
There's nobody, there's no mountain There's no tunnel You can't get from there to here You can't get here to there There's nobody, there's no mountain
Close your eyes and see water Sliding up the back of your head Folding into your clothing Covering everything you said Climb up into No one's gonna miss