Talk to him, tell him he's bad, he sings every tune like it's
all the same. he sings so bad that and now he's singing away, like
a drunk, yea baby.
Talk to him, tell him he's dumb. He's dancing up like he ate a
pill, he's playing games and now he's in Singapore. Oh My God,
Don't Come!
Well If Lady Luck gets on his side, He is gonna tear this town
apart! he'll let ears bleed dry, Til he knocks us out He sings like
he talks And he dance like he walks
And he bangs he bangs, oh help me! and he moves he moves, heads
goes dizzy, cos he moves like a fool and swings like a flea, like
every clown in history. he bangs, he bangs
we're wasted by the way he moves... no one ever look so dry, he
reminds me that a madman got nothing in his mind.
