Hey, is that you Elvis? I wanna speak to the Colonel. Jump to it, you mother.
Better close your window tight or I might come in for a bite, I'm a sleep walker.
Feelin' guilty, feelin' scared, hidden cameras everywhere.
Why bear malice? Just let it go. So what of pride? It will swallow you whole.
I looked in the mirror at my pigeon chest, I had to put my clothes on cause it made me depressed.
I met her in a club down in North Soho, where you drink champagne and it tastes just like Coca-Cola.