La La La Gross! Lala La Lala Lala OK, fuck it! Oh oh oh yeah Time to get the day going dressing up to the nines Yo critter crew (Say what?) Make Princess
Musicians / animal targets We are a band And not a band of animals This masquerade Is more than I can bear There goes my reputation It's awful,
Every single princess on the planet Prayed to be invited to the ball Every Portia, Guinevere and Janet Would come by coach or boat to be here Most
(Lyrics translated by R. Devon) Sleep then my princess, oh sleep Slowly the grey shadows creep Forest and meadow are still Peace falls on valley and
Sittin here chillin with my Cream o Wheat I got Dearfoam slippers adornin my tiny feet Freezin cold chillin 'cause they turned off my heat You know I'
m like Nope! Everyone was trance dancin with their hands up I still had my pants up But then she go. Princess: Sweep your feet with the beat unique get
Babysitting sucks but whatever they got junk food, kung fu, egg fu, Dig Dug, a dog too And a hot Jew, Mr. Weintraub, I mean he's old but not dimed out
Don't let the look fool you My ex is on Ex I'm a sex symbol and no sex My Lex -no Lex my Tech decks are all wrecked But I'm Princess Superstar and I got
Ms. Princess that's me Ms. Princess, fuck you if you nasty Need 411, son, just ask me I'm everywhere you wanna be Ms. Princess that's me Ms. Princess
Yo, here's a big story 'bout Boston and cold tea It was me Dougie P and Jeff we call him Kenney Left from the Port on the Peter Pan Trailways Chillin'
in milk just like my man My panties are silk 'cause I command And when I speak aw they all come Runnin' faster to the princess kingdom Who's the Princess
(C.Kirschner) Beat programmed by Prince Paul, Prince Pawl Music (BMI) Produced by Concetta and Curtis Curtis (BMI) Xtra Samples
baboon An animal orchestra if you please Suits! You're getting pawprints on all the CD's I'm in love with the music biz Operator! David Geffen, ring me through Princess
Woke up one morning, I was really depressed That kinda day when gettin' dressed Is like the hardest fuckin' thing that you could ever imagine Suckin'
've been good, well pretty good, at least in my mind Please let me sell a lot of records at Christmastime CHORUS: Lalala La La La La There's one Christmas Star Princess
See you walking down the street you look so snappy Come on baby baby don't you wanna make me happy! I got I got to get alone with you just to see what
Baby you got what I need Try to sleep I haven't slept, try to eat I forget Shit where's your number hope that's the one I kept Now we just met and I suspect
