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talkshow boy - never let the bad team tell you what yr living for! lyrics

[chorus]
i’m gonna make it with the girl of my dreams
m+my body is a bean+bag busting at the seams
ca+case in point, etcetera dash
never let ellipses ampersand hash, go!

[post+chorus]
go, go, go, go
go, go, go, go
go, go, go, go
go, go, go, go

[verse 1]
i don’t wanna be the one who never wanna chuck it at ya
always on the megaphone to holler to the kittykatcher
take you to the top of the sycamore slip
where the haters and the imitators never want to venture
where the beat goes on like a bigger, better drum
going bounce, bounce, bounce, cali+rockin’ to the radio
the summer, super shakey, and the sick guitar shred
with the metal metamorphosis and maximum dread
che+check your head, is your head unscrewed?
is it tighter than v+g+n+ with the maximum rude?
is the rapper done dinner with the ragga jay flow?
and the maximum saxophone rock and roll
it’s the bourgeois taste, it’s the peter pan syndrome!
twenty+seven years in a public prison!
cap a taste+test to the l!ck a little spoon
with the radio rhythm in the public room!
dog, get up, get up; dog, down, dog, down!
god dammit! when the demon never make round frown!
calm down, get widdit! get down to the dance floor!
never let the bad team tell you what you’re living for!
[chorus]
i’m gonna make it with the girl of my dreams
m+my body is a bean+bag busting at the seams
ca+case in point, etcetera dash
never let ellipses ampersand hash, go!

[verse 2]
how about a cinema that shows another vision, anna?
how about a club where the tunes are flower fatter than a
fat+assed mama eating lots of bowls of pasta, anna?
how about a magazine a+making mean money, anna?
i can make a cinema and i can make money, riddem!
i can make a club where the drinks have lots of honey in ’em!
i can make a dub where the business is bottom and the
bad boy flavour and the fun is at the top of adam!
don’t you avoid what you gotta destroy!
a diddy, b, yo! c, joel! casa+dinnin’
don’t destroy when you’ve gotta evolve!
ah, yo! a+t+k shake!
next weekend, i’m gonna make a memory
i’m gonna git down with the girl of my dreams
if the music doesn’t matter ,then you gotta make more
and you never let the bad team tell you what you’re living for!

- talkshow boy lyrics

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