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Follow me go shopping
Me go shopping
Gonna follow me go shopping
Then me go shopping with you

Brooklyn and Bronx - LA to Manhattan
L.A. we go dance
And then we go shopping
On Saturdays I took her out
To the supermarket
Food is in the trolley
And roses in the basket
I remember when I used to walk it
It s impossible to carry water in a basket

Follow me go shopping
Me go shopping
Gonna follow me go shopping
Then me go shopping with you

And now I love her so much
She was smooth and never rough
She use her tongue like a paint brush

Then we go shopping

Her name was Mary Mitten
Soft like a kitten
The diamond that she wore
Makes my eye glisten
I told her not to kiss him
But she wouldn t listen
On my back she bit and
On her chest my name written
Just below her nipple
Her stomach filled with ripple

And follow me go shopping
Me go shopping
Gonna follow me go shopping
Then me go shopping with you

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Jesus Christ was a superstar
A pimpin big daddy with a Lincoln Town Car
Drove it real fast with the fly-ass hos
Playing chicken with the devil for the greatest applause

First came the question
And then came the answer
And then came the ultimate question:
Are you happy?
Then the messiah, alright
Lost and found with the resurrection
And with tools of deep precision
With the schools of thought complexion
Teaching us the brain expansion
It got heavy, we started dancing

Bran van three grand
We don t have to make it
Complicated
Act like a man, boy
We don t have to make it
Complicated

I said come comma comma comma some more
Kick up the club floor, that?s what ya came for
Leave your big booty round at my front porch
And leave your big ugly frown back out the back door
Forget your big plans, your high ideals
Cause it s a quicksand for the way you feel
When they put you down the river and they leave you squeal
Come on, squeal like a pig how the summer girl feels

We re leaving, leaving our machine this very evening
They re programming your head
So stop believing
No need to complicate, it s all illusion
Anyways, I feel the machine s got boring

Bran van three grand
We don t have to make it
Complicated
Act like a man, boy
We don t have to make it
Complicated

Hey Charlton Heston
Moses did alright without a handgun
If you re horny for god let Dizzy give some

I m Dizzy D, no one the finer
The queen and king, from here to China
All the ladies love to give me the boom boom boom boom
Back to my room where it s hurry hurry hurry and wait
A bottle of crisp and a pasta plate
Kick up the love baby, down the hate
Cause the bran van brothers do not complicate
Say hurry hurry hurry rush
You re moving so fast that you re out of touch
Money money money got your head in a mush
Now Bush has got the button, is he gonna push?
Well, some little joker got a dot-com deal
About Internet wiggers and keepin? it real
You re sweatin like a fool to put the gravy on your meal
And now you just found out you lost your sex appeal

Bran van three grand
We don t have to make it
Complicated
Act like a man, boy
We don t have to make it
Complicated

The answer...
(Can you take me higher?)
...is in the dancer.

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Cum on feel the noize,
Girls rock your boys.
We ll get wild, wild, wild,
Yeah, wild, wild, wild.

So you think my singing s out of time, it makes me money,
And I don t know why,
I don t know why,
Oh yeah, yeah...

So cum on feel the noize,
Girls rock your boys.
We ll get wild, wild, wild,
Yeah, wild, wild, wild.
So cum on feel the noize
Girls rock your boys.
We ll get wild, wild, wild,
Yeah, wild, wild, wild.

So you say I ve got a funny face,
I ve got no worries,
And I don t know why,
I don t know why.
So why d you always say I m some disgrace,
I m in no hurry,
And I don t know why,
Yeah, I don t know why,
No, no...

So cum on feel the noize,
Girls rock your boys.
We ll get wild, wild, wild,
Yeah, wild, wild, wild.
So cum on feel the noize
Girls rock your boys.
We ll get wild, wild, wild,
Yeah, wild, wild, wild.

Cum on, feel it, Cum on, rock it, Cum on, yeah yeah yeah, Yeah,
harder, Yeah, faster, Cum on, Cum on, Rock it, rock it, Yeah,
Rock it, rock it, Yeah yeah yeah yeah...

Here we go again, same old argument
You re callin me Miss Pollyanne
You see the world as cruel, and being mad is cool
You think that I don t give a damn

[Chorus:]
You don t have to shout to be heard...

Fellas, I m ready to get up and do my thing
I wanta get into it, man, you know....
Like a, like a sex machine, man,
Movin ... doin it, you know
Can I count it off? (Go ahead)

One, two, three, four!...

It s the coming of man
And I forget when you went away
Like a kick to the face
Not winning the race
Lion, I ve seen you from afar,
I ve seen her in the car
Knowing that you deserve such more
Deserved to know you re free

(Leave I m the director)
(Agree to the role of...

I guess now it s time
For me to give up
I feel it s time
Got a picture of you beside me
Got your lipstick mark
Still on your coffee cup
Got a fist of pure emotion
Got a head of shattered dreams
Gotta leave it,
Gotta leave it...

There s a crow flying
Dark and ragged
Tree to tree
He s black as the highway that s leading me
Now he s diving down
To pick up on something shiny
I feel like that black crow
Flying
In a blue...