You see a buffoon, caught up in your own cocoon. Leave your head rest maroon. Drunk heavy in the side street saloon. Till I figured it out, to the 3rd degree.
(Tracey Lee):. Ha, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. For the '98 this is how we do. Queen Pen y'all, Tray Lee y'all. Rock on y'all, D-dot y'all. Come on. . (Queen Pen):.