Fare thee well They told me on the phone What are you gonna do When your trouble gets like mine Get a big spade And dig down in your mind It's your last chance To shake it up with me They don't have no man at all

3 cool chicks 3 cool cats Parked on the corner in a beat up car Devourin' up a liquor candy bar Talkin' all about how sharp they are These 3 cool cats Walkin' down the street just swingin' their hips Spinnin' up a bag of potato chips And 3 cool cats did

Cause you shoulda seen the size of the guy's we've been fightin' But momma always taught us never to tell a lie Every girl we were with never cost any money And we drank more tequila than any man alive Looking back, they're better than they used to be

All my heroes have now become ghosts Sold their sorrow to the ones who paid the most All my heroes are dead and gone But they're inside of me They still live on Ain't nothing for me to end up like this There's no comparing me this time Stare in wonder

La vie Bohème Are we packed? Yes, and by next week I want you to be And you should see They've padlocked your building And they're rioting on Avenue B Benny called the cops

I'm your ice cream man, stop me when I'm passin' by See now all my flavors are guaranteed to satisfy I got bim bam banana pops, dixie cups They say all my flavors are guaranteed to satisfy I'm your ice cream man (Dedicate one to the ladies) Now

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

There's no use to fight this wrenching tourniquet of deprivation Obedience subservience leads to substance Cop provisions feed my addictions mistakes I made then I opened up the holes and they crawled in, Now when it's time for the feed they won't let me

So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, Blue skys from pain. Can you tell a green field From a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell? And did they get you to trade Your heros for ghosts?

You're killin' my vibe (killin' it) I-I'm too fly to fight Can't afford my price This a white tee (clean) Bitch, bite me (hey!) I'm on the high (I'm on the high) They on the low (they on the low) Get out my zone Said, I'm on the high (I'm on the high)