Ooh Lyrics - Bring Your Own Stereo - Jimmies Chicken Shack

Looking out 

Push the button 

Don't make the grade boy 

Don't ask for nothing 

Stupid people 

Think it's funny 

Dropping these bombs boy 

Looks who keeps on running 

I found a girl 

Not that nothing pleases 

She wants that I should be 

Exactly all that she says 

I make her lazy 

She makes me strong 

She won't believe it 

Till she hears it in a song 

Another night that kills 

The music heals 

Bring your own stereo 

They smoke banana peels 

You're going crazy 

But you don't care 

I left directions 

So I guess I'll meet you there 

Calendar girl 

Got something for Jesus 

She want to pass Him off 

As subject for her thesis 

He makes her crazy 

She thinks He's wrong 

I don't know what I think 

Till I put it in a song 

Entertainers 

We sleep till dawn 

We've got computers 

We leave them on 

Live in castles 

The richest bums 

We eat for free in town 

While smoking up the lawn