TGIF 'cause the stress ends soon Got your friends on your couch, your disc rocking tunes As you stand with your band in a room that is strewn With Zeus
Welcome everybody to our humble abode Like Ford to Orenthal, let's get the show on the road So turn down your lights and turn up your speakers Everybody
Check out the scene, we?re stuck in a tractor beam With the R-2 Unit and the whole Skinnee team From the moons of Endor, to the Land of Lando I take the
It was 5:45 on a Friday I was waitin' for a train goin' my way I stood packed on a platform in Brooklyn Where everybody's pushin', but nobody's lookin
Rumor has it that there's been a job botched That the ball's been dropped by hands made of blocks Blame bounces back and forth like a shuttlecock But
I'm coming home, I'm coming home I'm lickin' my wounds in hotel rooms Breathin' in fumes but I'll be there soon I'm lickin' my wounds in hotel rooms
Hey big J Did you read the headlines today Some are sayin that it's very odd People killing for the love of god Stop drop roll listen If you missed the
You tell me hey, big Daddy, you're looking like a million Flash a billion dollar smile, then change like a chameleon You talk dirty to make me come clean
It's in the air like pestilence spreading to the settlements Infecting residents trapped in irrelevance 'cause presidents - dead or alive - take precedence
all we got It's the best of times, it's the worst of times So we got the Gatorade for your thirsty minds The flows you breathe in like O2 That go to
Majestic, you guessed it A natural born winner like Bruce Jenner You can stretch it but the Skinnee J is thinner Tim cues up the tape, here's a tip to