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you got a problem - fun lovin' criminals lyrics

3, 2, 1, i’m that son of a gun, but one who has
the fun by the kilo and the ton. like marv
albert but worse, i got the curse, got
perverse with the nurse in the maternity
ward. that’s right, i’m nuts, ask fisty cuts. i
got outpatient status at the brooklyn zoo.
doobie doobie doo, we like the crew that
runs up in the club wearin’ alligator shoes.
when i get the blues i get it really bad, ask
kronos for promos, feliz navidad. johnny
black got my back, baby, happy or sad. if i
fall out of your favor, don’ get mad.

if the heat don’t get me then the drugs sure
will, stirrin’ scotch and soda’s with a twenty
dollar bill.

my head feels like old vinyl, and like lionel,
i’m idle. secretly stalking the t-tle, stealin’
scenes by ways and means. and thats why
marines got m-16’s i think i love her, but
she’s affected, bullsh-t detected. wonder
why she got neglected, i legged it, turned up
here, i’ll have a beer and a joke about that
guenevere. lord i been knowin’ there’d be
days like these, but please don’t hit me with
the quick release, and don’t rat me out to
edwin meese, ’cause i been around the
world and the seven seas.

if the heat don’t get me then the drugs sure
will, stirrin’ scotch and soda’s with a twenty
dollar bill. my mamma always told me
never drink on pills, roll down the window
’cause i’m feelin’ kinda ill.

- fun lovin criminals lyrics

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