Well the sale at Macy's is over Ain't there nothing left to buy Cause everything you were gonna get's already gone.
When it's midnight at the Eiffel Tower Something's strange and smelling sour Reeks of a memory I thought I'd lost.
Well I've been thinking real hard And I've been thinking quietly about How the milk is gone from a kitchen raid And after my analysis I've come to the conclusion That's the world's just a bunch of people trying to get laid.
I said "On, baby, baby, It's crazy I think we've created, overpopulated Oh, baby, baby what you gonna do When the world ain't around for you?"
When the Republic of Banana Is trying to sell me shoes For two hundred sixty three dollars a foot.
When obscenity has more to do with Dishing cash than a foul moth It's something to be said for a moral root.
Well I've been thinking real hard about How's she's got all the dough But you see I'm the one with the smile on my face And after my analysis I've come to the conclusion That it ain't about contentment it's about getting paid.
I said "On, honey, honey, Oh sweet money I think we've created, overpopulated Oh, baby, baby What you gonna do When the world ain't around for you?"
When it's sex and drugs and rock and roll You can drink your tears away Cause everything that defined you is gone When it's rehabilitation center, Betty Ford is the only answer You reek of a hangover you thought you'd lost
Well I've been thinking real hard And I've been observing quietly Just how many ways we find to raid the world And after my analysis I've come to the conclusion That you can't dust on the shell you gotta reach in for the pearl
I said "On, baby, baby, It's crazy I think we've created, overpopulated Oh, baby, baby what you gonna do When the world ain't around for you?"
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When it's midnight at the Eiffel Tower Something's strange and smelling sour Reeks of a memory I thought I'd lost.
Well I've been thinking real hard And I've been thinking quietly about How the milk is gone from a kitchen raid And after my analysis I've come to the conclusion That's the world's just a bunch of people trying to get laid.
I said "On, baby, baby, It's crazy I think we've created, overpopulated Oh, baby, baby what you gonna do When the world ain't around for you?"
When the Republic of Banana Is trying to sell me shoes For two hundred sixty three dollars a foot.
When obscenity has more to do with Dishing cash than a foul moth It's something to be said for a moral root.
Well I've been thinking real hard about How's she's got all the dough But you see I'm the one with the smile on my face And after my analysis I've come to the conclusion That it ain't about contentment it's about getting paid.
I said "On, honey, honey, Oh sweet money I think we've created, overpopulated Oh, baby, baby What you gonna do When the world ain't around for you?"
When it's sex and drugs and rock and roll You can drink your tears away Cause everything that defined you is gone When it's rehabilitation center, Betty Ford is the only answer You reek of a hangover you thought you'd lost
Well I've been thinking real hard And I've been observing quietly Just how many ways we find to raid the world And after my analysis I've come to the conclusion That you can't dust on the shell you gotta reach in for the pearl
I said "On, baby, baby, It's crazy I think we've created, overpopulated Oh, baby, baby what you gonna do When the world ain't around for you?"
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