She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad Dat ass, dat ass, dat ass, dat ass Gucci bag, Gucci bag, Gucci bag, Fendi bag Prada bag, Louis bag, Gucci bag, Gucci bag Birkin bag, she in the bag, she drip, she swag Never mad, she glad, Louis bag, she in the bag

And baby when I'm through Than I ever got from you I'll take the legs from some old table I'll take the arms from some old chair I'll take the neck from some old bottle And from a horse I'll take the hair I'll take the hands and face from some old clock

I eat antipasta twice Just because she is so nice The waitress at the pizzeria I eat zoop-ing minestrone Just to be with her alone Ti vol-glio be-ne Angelina I adore you E vol-glio be-ne

Bye, bye, bye, bye Bye bye Johnny Good bye Johnny B. Goode She drew out all her money out of the Southern Trust And put her little boy aboard a Greyhound bus Leaving Louisiana for the Golden West Down came the tears from her happiness Her own little son

You gotta jump, jive and then you wail Baby, baby it looks like it's gonna hail Papa's in the icebox lookin' for a can of ale A women is a women and a man ain't nothin' but a male Jack and Jill went up the hill to get a pail You better come inside Let me

Cause I ain't so bad Get along with me babe, Been singin' love songs All of the time Even only be, honey only, only be Sad and lonely, Just a gigolo Everywhere I go People know the part

Homesick tired All alone in a big city Why should ev'rybody pity me, Nighttime's falling, folks are a singin', they dance till break of day Dear Old Southland with it's dreamy songs Takes me back there where I belong How I'd love to be in mammy's arms

And I think to myself what a wonderful world I see trees of green, red roses too I see them bloom for me and you I see skies of blue and clouds of white The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky Are also

Where the elite always meet Down in New Orleans, the land of dreams Or just how much it really means The land of dreams where I can lose My Basin Street blues Now won't you come along with me To the Mississippi? We'll take a trip to the land of dreams

All I hear from her is (beep beep beep) I wonder if (beep) means I miss you And maybe (boop) means I want to kiss you I'm hopin' that (bloop) means I love you And she's comin' down to earth again My love for her is gonna keep Till she comes back and