phone, bootleg methaqualone The media, the message "You are what you own" We got the agent, lawyer, lapdog, voyeur Talk show, book deal, round mouth, square meal We're so busy covering
baby, Don't you think maybe We could find us A brand new recipe? I got a Hot-Rod Ford And a two-dollar bill And I know a spot Right over the hill There
that wins first prize Somebody's poor old mom falls down off the roof Lands right on the lawn, face first on a rake I hear they got it on the seventeenth take That's funny as a
tell Sony that I was the only one was making noise ain't it a breech of trust look in the gutter, unh, never judge yo book by its cover, word
shoulder like a Louie bag You get it in a hurry all up in your Burberry Through your assistant, you'll be set fuckin' secretary All y'all do me a favor
a scooper hoop ya like a hula To school a fool I present, a church to repent I get you Guess'n like jeans, you're just a hill of beans I'm all that
said I knew I should have written, written things down I always say I'll never forget Who can forget a one-eye pilot Who's a concert pianist A 0painter a
a brain If I had half a brain in my head I wouldn't sit here dialing a wrong number And listening to what some recording said This is no longer a working
a shithole After a while the council got 'round to tidying the town They decided it was an eyesore and so they tore it down Behind the house was a wall with a
just one pillow on the bed Where a solitary someone lays her head And a stack of books meant to be read aloud Closed and dusty, awaiting a crowd Maybe a spider in a
a snake from a mile away You should neva judge a book by its cover This cant go on no further Oooh, ya think ya know me, wait a minute Baby hold up,
to offend you I got a dyslexic heart Thanks for the book, now, my table is ready It's a library or bar? Between the covers I thought you were ready A
you just come to daddy, listen When I discovered you, I discovered a piece within A joy like no other, you are my closest friend If you were a number you'd be a
I'm a menace of society, right Yo yo they killed your styleyo yo, I ain't lettin shit ride Droppin the verbs and nouns, antonyms and homonyms Covering
it You and them cats got to get it, get it I'm concrete booted, all khaki Dickie suited Run for cover, somebody call up the Guinness Book of World Records
left I traded in my double breasted for a Mac and a vest, what the fuck? Never jump up in-a mi face, I gun Never judge a book by di cover, dat's wrong
He ain't nothing but a thug So what, so what So what, so what And they say I'm a, I'm a, I'm a freak I got a different girl every day of the week You
shit on my mind, in my chest I had to get off You can't judge a muthafuckin' book by its cover But I can spot a bitch a mile away Pardon me brotha O