Wake up in a small cafe Sweat shop in the sunshine Set sail and you're far away Never using force Cold coffee or cabaret Break up in a daydream Shoe
see why I got to (You need a boss to please) Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, you're late Yakety yak, don't look whack, Nellie, you're a heart attack Murder
Santa Maria, can you hear me? I've got no reason to live They say I've been lucky but it's all relative Won't you make it easy? I've got to erase all
Oh, our livin's a buncha shit Shit is a part of livin' Fartin's a friend of shit And I slowly carry on Give me a clarinet Give me a break but hurry And
As we approach fair weather As we entertain our maiden endeavor 'Round us still the chorus beats The schools, the streets, there's always danger there
Saturday night in the men's ensemble dressin' room Startin' a fight in the men's ensemble lair Beware of dreams come true It means you have to share a
Maxie Trip was a very lucky lady Maxie Trip was a very lucky girl Who you wanna be? Maxie Trip Who you wanna see? Maxie Trip Have you got some time?
Feminists don't have a sense of humor Feminists just want to be alone Feminists spread vicious lies and rumors They have a tumor on their funny bone
Should you plan to travel way down South Woman to woman, I gotta tell you 'bout A curse that rose out of the deep, green swamp It hollers murder and it
Wake up in a small cafe Sweatshop in the sunshine Set sail and you're far away Never using force Cold coffee or cabernet Brick-hoppin' the daydream
Oh, livin's a buch of shit Shittin's a part of livin' Fartin's a friend of shittin', aye, and so we carry on Bring me a clarinet Get me a big brown
Saturday night in the men's ensemble dressing room Startin' a fight in the men's ensemble lair Beware of dreams come true It means you have to share
Feminists don't have a sense of humor Feminists just want to be alone (boo-hoo) Feminists spread vicious lies and rumor They have a tumor on their funny
Maxine Schreck was a very lucky lady Maxine Schreck was a very lucky girl Who you wanna be Maxine Schreck Who you wanna see Maxine Schreck Have you
Santa Maria, can you hear me I've got no reason to live They say I've been lucky But it's all relative Won't you make it easy I've got to erase all
As we approach fair weather As we entertain our maiden endeavor 'Round us still the chorus beats The schools, the streets There's always danger there
Should you plan to travel way down South (woah) Woman to woman, I gotta tell you 'bout (a curse) A curse that rose out of the deep, green swamp (uh huh
