My pulse was nearly gone I was almost in need of a defibrillator I didn't know what went wrong I had to shake it off but I got stuck, oh my God You turned on my loose strings You know what to do, fine tune You're the love innovator that brings all the

We gotta kick 'em out Well I feel pretty good And I guess that I could get crazy now, baby 'Cause we all got in tune When the dressing room got hazy I know how you want it When you're hot and tight The girl can't stand it When you're doing it right when

I believe, I believe With every breath that I breathe All I know is what I've been sold You can read my life like a fortune told I've seen the dream, there's no land of Oz But I got my brain and I got a heart And courage built I won't let go What we need

And Troooll Doll Mr. Troll and me, To the tune of "Desire" Troll Doll out on the street Got no job got no money Got no shoes on the feet But you gotts stay tall, stay high

I'm a poor man's son (Poor man's son, workin' all night long) And though the fortunes of our fathers We aspire to rise above When you're born into a breed you're signed in blood I'm a poor man's son, workin all night long Got a bad guitar and a simple

My pulse was nearly gone I was almost in need of a defibrillator I didn't know what went wrong I had to shake it off but I got stuck, oh my God You turned on my loose strings You know what to do, fine tune You're the love innovator that brings all the

Play me a song People said he was useless Them people all were fools To ever play the blues Curtis Loew, Curtis Loew Well, I got your drinkin' money Tune up your Dobro 'Cause Curtis Loew was the finest picker Well, I used to wake the mornin'

Ice Cube with The Lench Mob I got it goin' on A nigga that's livin' in the city of the criminal zone One time can't keep the law in order 'Cause everybody's goin' crazy for a quarter You're tuned in to the number one crew in the area The way I'm talkin

I got the poison I got the remedy, I got the pulsating, rhythmical remedy. Hello, yea, hold a sec. Liam there's someone on the phone for you. Oh, fuck's sake, trying to write this fucking tune, man. Yeah! Yeah! Boom! Yeah! Yeah! Bah! Yeah! Yeah! Boom!

And right out the other, It goes In One Ear, People talkin' shit but you know we'll never bother, They say that we ain't got the style, We ain't got the class, We ain't got the tunes that's goin to put us on the map And I'm a phony in disguise, Trying to