Why you want to trip on me Why you want to trip on me Stop trippin' Ooh stop trippin' Yeah stop trippin' Everybody just stop trippin' They say I'm different They don't understand But there's a bigger problem

Born on the bayou Born on the bayou. Chasin' down a hoodoo there. Now when I was just a little boy standin' to my Daddy's knee My Poppa said son don't let the man get you do what he done to me 'Cause he'll get you 'cause he'll get you now now. I can

Living for you is easy living It's easy to live when you're in love And I'm so in love For you maybe I'm a fool But it's fun People say you rule me with one wave of your hand They just don't understand There's nothing in life but you There is nothing in

I'm a real machine You're a real machine I'm a man and I'm a man I do what I hate and don't understand Just off the hot mic There is the General Are we waiting to be invited I could eat em up in two gulps! I could eat em up in two gulps! I decorate my

Vogue, vogue, vogue Come on, vogue Strike a pose, there's nothing to it (Move to the music) Strike a pose Don't just stand there Don't, don't, don't just stand there Let your body move to the music You know you can do it

Don't you lie to me Now don't you lie to me Because it makes me mad I get evil as a man can be That you loved me long time ago You don't want him no more There's two kind of people I just can't stand Evil-hearted woman

"Got so much to do. Huh, honey?" "Yes, definitely. I'm just..." "Well, look, again, if you need mom to come out there for a week..." "I don't think that needing, like, mothering." "No, no, not mothering. Organizing. Or doing, doing tasks." "Yes, right."

Born on the bayou Chasin' down a hoodoo there And I can still hear my old hound dog barkin' Now, when I was just a little boy Standin' to my daddy's knee My poppa said, "Son, don't let the man get you Do what he done to me" 'Cause he'll get you 'Cause

Just like a circus All the eyes on me in the center of the ring When I crack that whip, everybody goin' trip Don't stand there watching me, follow me Show me what you can do Everybody let go, we can make a dance floor I'm like the ringleader I'm like a

Born on the bayou Born on the bayou. Chasin' down a hoodoo there. Now when I was just a little boy standin' to my Daddy's knee My Poppa said son don't let the man get you do what he done to me 'Cause he'll get you 'cause he'll get you now now. I can