volcano! - Africa Just Wants to Have Fun
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Sick of your crucifix cool
Coochie-coo, look at you
Coochie-coo, look at you
And you're a heck of a champion too
Hand to God, mean to Brock
Hold the ball in your heart
Flash on the shades and the leather perfume
Smell of God, modern poo
Winner hogs, king of tools
King of the bill and the rapper cocoon
Maverick hands, Africans
Holding hands, buying pants
I'm on top of the new new thing
Gonna get the new line of bling
And I'll charm, charm, charm, charm
Like a white cat that is gonna worship me
I would have done it anyhow
So I'll bat, bat on right now
Because every God just wants to have some dough
In the land where nothing grows
Nobody you could have knows
Nobody knows it's a grace and lose
What do they do without the grace and lose?
Let's go on a safari
Show them how to work outside a party
This desert is so beautiful
And it's making music for you
Yeah, me, I'm the native to be singing on the desert
Gonna stop all the violence in this land
I'm gonna set this world straight
I'm saying "thank you" to GEH
I'm not the only one who's been told that that's a fine body
'Cause you're the way the police say to be
Seen to be and proven to be
Sick of your crucifix cool
Coochie-coo, look at you
Coochie-coo, look at you
And you're a heck of a champion too
Hand to God, mean to Brock
Hold the ball in your heart
Flash on the shades and the leather perfume
Smell of God, modern poo
Winner hogs, king of tools
King of the bill and the rapper cocoon
Maverick hands, Africans
Holding hands, buying pants
Where'd you get that jacket, Monomoy?
Where'd you get those shades, Robocop?
You and your little booby body
Selling the new Spanish gold
It's super group love for the poor
Saving our souls at the store
Saving our souls from the whore
Let your mother's arms
Bear the winds
Of the wind machine
Wind machine
Sick of your crucifix cool
Coochie-coo, look at you
Coochie-coo, look at you
And you're a heck of a champion too
Hand to God, mean to Brock
Hold the ball in your heart
Flash on the shades and the leather perfume
Smell of God, modern poo
Winner hogs, king of tools
King of the bill and the rapper cocoon
Maverick hands, Africans
Holding hands, buying pants
Oh, gonna get a little drunker tonight
Gonna get a little drunker tonight
Gonna get a little, oh, gonna get fucked up tonight
Gonna get fucked up tonight
Me and the kids have to have fun at you
We can bump, we can bump, we can bump into you
'Cause when you're acting like Christ on the cross
You look ridiculous, ooh
I admit and I don't know what to do
I don't know, I don't know what to do
I don't know what to do, but I know what not to do
And I know the smell of your leather perfume
Smells like death and thieves, smells like piss and a prize
Smells like toxic fumes and a mockula dog
Where'd you get that shirt asshole?
Won't you make, won't you make up your mind?
Are you bored, are you bored or inspired?
Either way you just came to shoot your load off the stage
A pacifier for a nation of beige
After your concert and at the GEH
You came to party and you came to get laid
Coochie-coo, look at you
Coochie-coo, look at you
And you're a heck of a champion too
Hand to God, mean to Brock
Hold the ball in your heart
Flash on the shades and the leather perfume
Smell of God, modern poo
Winner hogs, king of tools
King of the bill and the rapper cocoon
Maverick hands, Africans
Holding hands, buying pants
I'm on top of the new new thing
Gonna get the new line of bling
And I'll charm, charm, charm, charm
Like a white cat that is gonna worship me
I would have done it anyhow
So I'll bat, bat on right now
Because every God just wants to have some dough
In the land where nothing grows
Nobody you could have knows
Nobody knows it's a grace and lose
What do they do without the grace and lose?
Let's go on a safari
Show them how to work outside a party
This desert is so beautiful
And it's making music for you
Yeah, me, I'm the native to be singing on the desert
Gonna stop all the violence in this land
I'm gonna set this world straight
I'm saying "thank you" to GEH
I'm not the only one who's been told that that's a fine body
'Cause you're the way the police say to be
Seen to be and proven to be
Sick of your crucifix cool
Coochie-coo, look at you
Coochie-coo, look at you
And you're a heck of a champion too
Hand to God, mean to Brock
Hold the ball in your heart
Flash on the shades and the leather perfume
Smell of God, modern poo
Winner hogs, king of tools
King of the bill and the rapper cocoon
Maverick hands, Africans
Holding hands, buying pants
Where'd you get that jacket, Monomoy?
Where'd you get those shades, Robocop?
You and your little booby body
Selling the new Spanish gold
It's super group love for the poor
Saving our souls at the store
Saving our souls from the whore
Let your mother's arms
Bear the winds
Of the wind machine
Wind machine
Sick of your crucifix cool
Coochie-coo, look at you
Coochie-coo, look at you
And you're a heck of a champion too
Hand to God, mean to Brock
Hold the ball in your heart
Flash on the shades and the leather perfume
Smell of God, modern poo
Winner hogs, king of tools
King of the bill and the rapper cocoon
Maverick hands, Africans
Holding hands, buying pants
Oh, gonna get a little drunker tonight
Gonna get a little drunker tonight
Gonna get a little, oh, gonna get fucked up tonight
Gonna get fucked up tonight
Me and the kids have to have fun at you
We can bump, we can bump, we can bump into you
'Cause when you're acting like Christ on the cross
You look ridiculous, ooh
I admit and I don't know what to do
I don't know, I don't know what to do
I don't know what to do, but I know what not to do
And I know the smell of your leather perfume
Smells like death and thieves, smells like piss and a prize
Smells like toxic fumes and a mockula dog
Where'd you get that shirt asshole?
Won't you make, won't you make up your mind?
Are you bored, are you bored or inspired?
Either way you just came to shoot your load off the stage
A pacifier for a nation of beige
After your concert and at the GEH
You came to party and you came to get laid