The Answer Lyrics - Bran Van 3000

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.