There's a party going on in here, for real. I got more product than Ron Popeil. So deal with that, troop, we're troopers. The only air time you get is on bloopers.
All you Trekkies and TV addicts. Don't mean to diss don't mean to bring static. All you Klingons in your grandma's house. Grab your backstreet friend and get loud.
Oh word (Adrock). Ey yo, what the schnitzel we're back. Shit's getting duller and duller and that's a fact. I don't care what you heard or care what you seen.
Well, Things get hectic quick. From the satellite dish to your joy stick. It's the night of the living cable box. Wires coming up from around the block.
It's like a flag at half mast as frames click fast. Not a thing will last as past is past. Like stacks of thoughts that got played and worn. Used over and over till they were tired and torn.
If you don't like the news then press eject. Bette Davis getting older, can't take a rain check. It's time to let 'em know what we expect. Stop building SUVs strung out on OPEC.
What's pleasing to the eye. In the delusion of my sight. Is not what I find when I reach into the light. I have lost my mind. I'm walking through time.
Once again, I'm all wrapped up in me. My best friend's my own worst enemy. Electricity and gravity. . Oh, my god, now take a look at me. My lifeline's run by AT&T.
Because I grab the microphone and I pick it up. And then I fuck it up and then I turn it in. And then I turn it out, got the body rockin' sound. And then you know I'm gonna get down and.
Ideas spark, my hand grabs a pen. Sweeten up the sound, let me get the right blend. Coming down the wire to the Neve mic pre. Nice up the sound for the A to D.
Because I grab the microphone and I pick it up. And then I fuck it up and then I turn it in. And then I turn it out, got the body rockin' sound. And then you know I'm gonna get down and.
Fresh dressed 'cause I shop at Models. Deep in Brooklyn I rode the Ls. Used to ride the D to beat the morning bell. At Edward R. Morrow out on Avenue L.