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From "Jupiter the Balloon Horse"
Cruisin down the street in my 8 4
It's a burgundy Escort with a mismatched door
She's my rattletrap horse and I'm ready to dismount
I'm looking for love and I want a AAA discount
Roll into the club and I'm jocking
Want a present to stuff in my stocking
And the ladies know it's me before I lower my Raybans
Cause right before I came I went to town with the spray cans
You can't overdo it when it comes to Brut
(As if I need a cherry picker for the low hangin fruit)
Cause it's one if by land, two if by sea
And it's fire in the sky when I say three
One if by land, two if by sea
And it's fire in the sky when I say
Lay down Paul Revere
Lay down, lay down
Lay down Paul Revere
Lay down, lay down
Lay down Paul Revere
Lay down, lay down
Lay down Paul Revere
Cause when the British come
It's gonna be in an unidentified flying O
Chief executive O
My Significant O
So I'm making a bee line for one of the meat rack ghettos
Ive given up counting the leather stilettos
And the jump things in the Jordache zoo
Wear the hoop earrings you could shove your through
Holy six inch bangs!
Was you daddy a peacock
You can't see the top without a magical bean stalk
You 're lookin sharp
At least on top
Like you could cut crop circles with that Aqua-Net mop
(Stop that trash)
But the B R Y L, well that's liquid cash
A little dab in the weave, and a dab in the stache
And you better believe it's worth the rash
Lay down Paul Revere
Lay down, lay down
Don't touch the hair
Lay down Paul Revere
Lay down, lay down
Don't touch the dial
Lay down Paul Revere
Lay down, lay down
Get on your back, son
Lay down Paul Revere
Cause when the British come
It's gonna be in an unidentified flying O
Gran Turismo O
That's my Modus O
Did you notice No.
Breathe This scene is so lame, man
I need a new game plan
I'm counting sheep faster than Rainman
Ya know what I'm sayin man
Just take a photo and send me a copy
I'm gonna go go back to the jalopy
Back it up like a floppy
The radios busted so I gotta beat box
For the next three blocks
Twelve steps in the road to detox
But I don't want to wear out my Reboks
So I hit the sauce, and I hit the boss
And I got laid off, but that's the trade off
Shouldve waited til the car was all paid off
Cause little Napoleons
Got all the simoleans
He's got no soul, he's mechanical
He's manic, mean, and tyrannical
Makes you panic if you 're not puritanical
But I'm throwing off these manacles
My shampoos organic and full of botanicals
So pardon me if I seem skeptical
You can deposit that in the proper receptacle
Come on, silver man
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Get on your back
It's almost midnight, son
Lay down Paul Revere
Lay down, lay down
April of 75
Lay down Paul Revere
Lay down, lay down
Hardly a man is now alive
Lay down Paul Revere
Lay down, lay down
Don't touch the hair
Lay down Paul Revere
Cause when the British come
It's gonna be in an unidentified flying O
From Electric Light O
To Karen O
From the House O
To the Health Maintenance O
I met Terrell O
At the post O
He had body O
I said time O
Bnai Brith Youth Os
Initial Public O
Was a knock O
Like Jackie O
Or like nitrous O
So don't fight this, no
Just lay down, Joe
Lay down Paul Revere
Lay down, lay down
Lay down Paul Revere
Lay down, lay down
Lay down Paul Revere
Lay down, lay down
(Lauren London - additional vocals
Russell Schwartz - additional vocals)
Copyright 2007 Zach London
