Chemo Limo Lyrics - Soviet Kitsch - Regina Spektor

I had a dream 

Crispy, crispy Benjamin Franklin came over 

Babysat all four of my kids 

Then in my dream 

I told the doctor off 

He said, "If you don't want to do it, 

then you don't have to do it." 

He said, "The truth is you'll be okay, anyway." 

Then in my dream 

Crispy, crispy Benjamin Franklin and the doctor 

Went and had a talk with my boss 

Something about insurance policies 

They kept the door closed at all times 

I couldnt hear or see 

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When they came out they said, 

"You'll be okay, anyway." 

And I smiled cause I'd known it all along 

No thank you. No thank you. No thank you. No thank you! 

I don't have to pay for this shit! 

I can't afford chemo like I can't afford a limo 

and on any given day I'd rather ride a limousine! 

No thank you. No thank you. No thank you. No thank you! 

I ain't about to to die like this 

I can't afford chemo like I can't afford a limo 

And besides, this shit is making me tired 

It's making me tired 

It's making me die 

You know I plan to retire someday 

And I'm-a gonna go out in style 

Go out in style 

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This shit it's making me tired 

It's making me tired 

It's making me die 

I'm-a gonna go out in style, go out in style 

When I woke up 

My kids were being quiet 

I knew it was a dream right away 

I called the limousine company 

Then I got dressed 

I dressed the kids as well 

The limousine pulled in 

And we piled in 

The doctor, he asked which way we were headed 

I said, "Sir, let's just go west." 

And he listened obediently 

Sophie only wants to listen to radio BBC 

Michael sat on my knees and whispered to me 

All about the meanies 

Jacqueline was being such a big girl 

With her cup of tea looking out of the window 

And Barbara, she looks just like my mom 

Oh my Barbara, she looks so much like my mom 

No thank you! No thank you! No thank you! No thank you! 

I don't have to pay for this shit 

I can't afford chemo like I can't afford a limo 

And on any given day I'd rather ride a limousine 

No thank you! No thank you! No thank you! No thank you! 

I ain't about to die like this 

I can't afford chemo like I can't afford a limo 

And besides this shit is making me tired 

It's making me tired 

It's making me die 

You know I plan to retire some day 

And I'm-a gonna go out in style 

Go out in style 

This shit it's making me tired 

It's making me tired 

It's making me die 

I'm-a gonna go out in style 

Go out in style 

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Style 

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Style 

Style? 

Style 

Style? 

Style 

I had a dream 

Crispy, crispy Benjamin Franklin came over and 

Babysat all four of my kids 

I had a dream 

Crispy, crispy Benjamin Franklin came over and 

Babysat all four of my kids 

Sophie only wants to listen to radio BBC 

Michael sat on my knees and whispered to me 

All about the meanies 

Jacqueline was being such a big girl 

With her cup of tea looking out of the window 

And Barbara, she looks just like my mom 

Oh my God, Barbara, she looks so much like my mom 

Oh my Barbara, she looks so much just like my mom