I said I'm mad (I'm burnin' up) I had a friend one time, at least I thought he was my friend For he came to me, said "I ain't got no place to go" I said "take it easy man, you can come home to my house, I'll get you a pillow where you can rest your head"

A solitary man I'll be what I am Don't know that I will but until I can find me Solitary man Belinda was mine 'til the time that I found her Holdin' Jim And lovin' him Then Sue came along, loved me strong, that's what I thought Me and Sue,

I only want to be In your record collection As I thought I was I take too long To answer telephones I take too long to type my name And record messages But my handwriting is excellent

But I already have love in LA It's so romantic in Paris Thought I was sure that I'd find it Won't even try to compare it If I ask that boy to jump, I know he would He don't even have to say, it's understood He treat me nice, he treat me right, he treat

Pop goes the weasel I've no time to wait and sigh No patience to wait 'till by and by All around the cobbler's bench The monkey chased the weasel The monkey thought 'twas all in fun Kiss me quick, I'm off, goodbye Half a pound of tuppenny rice Half a

A teenage vow in a parking lot, 'til tonight do us part I sing the blues and swallow them too So hum hallelujah, just off the key of reason I thought I loved you, it was just how you looked in the light I could write it better than you ever felt it It's

Four little diamonds And if the law don't get her then I will I looked around I climbed up high into the dawn But she was gone with the night I thought about the things she said And all the things we'd done But where could she run- she ran away There's

I only want to be In your record collection As I thought I was I take too long To answer telephones I take too long to type my name And record messages But my handwriting is excellent

That's rich nigga problems, lil' whoadie If lovin' me is wrong, I don't wanna be right then, bitch you hatin' I'm never home, one time I thought I was home it was only the matrix Rich nigga problems, lil' whoadie I'm never wrong, one time thought I was

Come September I'll be gone (gone, gone) I said I loved you in the summer But will I love you in the fall I thought I wasn't like the others Guess I'm an asshole after all I used to be alright I'd tell myself I love you But I'm creeping every night