Dancin and Pantsin
You don't mind that I think everybody's a robot
And all my conversations are being recorded
And you don't mind that all my pants are way too short on me
And I also stabbed someone with a pair of scissors a long time ago
Ha-Ha-Ha
And you don't care that I collect dead animals from the side of the road
Then pretend they're alive and think I'm a famous football player
And you don't have a problem with me when I follow people I never met before
And force them to look at the portrait of of Neil Diamond I have tattooed on
my back
It's very pretty, baby
Well you must have been sent from up above
You're all that I can think of
You're just as psychotic as me
My crazy love
Well it never bothers you when I wear my snowsuit to bed every night
And I make you sing in tongues to me until I fall asleep
Blah bloo blah bloo bloo
Thank you
And you don't make fun of me 'cause I still make out with my stepfather
And I also tell everyone I was on a UFO for two and a half years
I believe you sugarpie
'Cause our love is right on track
I'm yours, you're mine it's a fact
Don't forget to take your Prozac
My crazy love
Well yesterday I tickled a man who wasn't even there
Oh, three days before that I ran down the street in my Wonder Woman underwear
I didn't care
Babe I know I never had a job
'Cause I'm afraid to talk to people
'Cause now they're all robots who are seekin' information
They can't fool you, sweetheart
And I know that you know that I'm the one who burned my cousin Chester's house
to the ground
But you told the cops we were out ballroom dancing when they came and
questioned you
I ain't no fink, dollface
'Cause we know that it's true
Only I could love you
We both eat with our hands
My crazy love
My crazy, crazy love
Oh I wish everybody was dead except for you, baby
I feel the same way
Would you throw some macaroni on me
Oh yeah, here you go
These lyrics are brought to you courtesy of ~JillyWilly~
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wat zullen we nou krijgen (oo-oo!)
hey yo, Meneer Van Dalen wacht op antwoord
en de vraag was
wat doet nou de das om bij wie
en wie is er zwaar in zijn sas
ik constateer lef
maar waar komt dat in hemelsnaam vandaan
hey, ik praat tegen je dus kijk me aan
en ook al zit m'n mond vol met chips
ik blijf gewoon kletsen
net als platte handen op die blote bips
je kwam een heel eind
maar ja nu is dat eind zoek
je staat al in de hoek
nu vraag je ook nog billenkoek
rappers zijn in rep en roer van no