Crazy beat, crazy beat, yeah, yeah. Crazy beat, crazy beat, yeah, yeah. Crazy beat, crazy beat, yeah, yeah. Crazy beat, crazy, crazy, crazy. . You got to get it together.
And so the the story begins. . City dweller, successful fella. Thought to himself oops I've got a lot of money. I'm caught in a rat race terminally. I'm a professional cynic but my heart's not in it.
The pay-me girl has had enough of the bleeps. So she takes the bus into the country. Although she got herself rosy cheeks. She didn't leave enough money to pay the rent.