Peltrov, Yelyena and me, lost but happy at sea Peltrov and Yelyena say to me Shouldn't we have something to eat I say there are plenty of fish in the
I was wandering through the streets of the city Rambling through the avenues of time When from nowhere my eyes fell onto a girl And by chance her eyes
Some people say that rappers don't have feelings We have feelings, we have feelings Some people say that we are not rappers We're rappers That hurts
[Brett's voice narrating] Dear Jermaine, by the time you read this, I will be far, far away, at Coco's house, and I will no longer be residing-- And
Goodbye, goodbye, leggy blonde Everyday I look across the office floor There you were, your hair down to your legs And your legs down to the floor Leggy
Well, looking 'round the room, I can tell that you Are the most beautiful girl in the room In the whole wide room And when you're on the street, depending
I'm the pretty prince of parties You're a tasty piece of pastry You're so lighty, flighty, flakey I go where the party takes me I'm a funky monkey junky
Too many dicks on the dance floor Too many dicks on the dance floor Too many dicks Too many dicks on the dance floor Too many dicks Too many dicks on
There's children on the streets using guns and knives They're taking drugs and each other's lives Killing each other with knives and forks And calling
It's a cold night Beneath the street lights There's a man whose pants are too tight Oh no, his pants are too tight My pants are too tight He stands there
Bowie's in space, Bowie's in space Whatcha doin' out there, man? That's pretty freaky Bowie, ooh Bowie Is it cold out in space, Bowie? You can borrow
Bret: Hello Jermaine: Hi Bret: Hello, man, sitting in the park Jermaine: I just said "hi", woman in the park Bret: How ya' doin'? Jermaine: hmmmm
The distant future, the year 2000 The distant future, the year 2000 The distant future, the distant future It is the distant future, the year 2000 We
Let me tell you I see you girls checkin' out my trunks I see you girls checkin' out the front of my trunks I see you girls lookin' at my junk Then checkin
I'm the mother flippin' rhymenocerous My beats are fat And the birds are on my back And I'm horny, I'm horny If you choose to proceed You will indeed
I think I've fallen in love with a girl, and it?s serious Ooh that?s great news Bret tell me about that girl that?s so serious Well I don?t really know
Demon woman, demon woman Demon woman your hair is like silk but you're curdling my milk I know not of what wilt thou are (Demon woman, woman demon) Demon
I'm the pretty prince of parties You're a tasty piece of pastry You're so lighty flighty flakey I go where the party takes me I'm the funky monkey junky