's coming, the butler quit This ain't no way to be a man I'm going back, to where I started I'm flashing back into my pan Yeah, that's what I'm doing And
' hit the weed Though the end of the streets of Memphis Tennesee Got my stacks and some bags sittin' in the stash spot Tatooes on my legs and a hot
backseat Speedin' hit the weed Though the end of the streets of Memphis, Tennesee Got my stacks and some bags sittin' in the stash spot Tattoos on my legs and
The great gray sky loomed large overhead; The late Jay Fry lay cold and dead. Fate had lingered and then fled; Fortune nodded, then turned and sped To
t get no place with you You?re so supreme, lyrics that I write of you Scheme, just for a sight of you And I dream both day and night of you And what
his flashing eyes If a nymph I'd follow him Be a match for his wild carousing and bestial ways And
the fame, the flash and thrill The drop of the name, the parties, and pills So another star falls from the Hollywood hills Without a sound When the lights go down And
Stick around Then proceed to ignore you No flash pot pan, guitar man Or resurrected Apollo myth To seal your fate Feed your plate And just plain worship and
airport in the dawn, She knew in just an hour she'd be gone. She was standing near the platform ?®bout to board the big pan am When someone came And put
Go down babe, a slot machine to take my dime Cunning diversion to pass the time Flash in the pan, a weekend trip in any town She'll light the fuse and
to tumble The children all wrestled and jumped off the beds Dropping elbows and knees on each other's heads And MaMaw wth her frying pan and Pa with
to the old house The marigolds just go to show That some of us should Never have left home But see, I'm still counting Another flash in the pan And
the one who rules deep in space He knows my name, I know his game Now that I'm here, he will know where I am And he will get you too And he will make
no mystery Bikinis, cars, cigars and danger Martini hangovers, he ain't no stranger to London, Paris, New York and Japan I'm bringing home the bacon in a frying pan
And I'll never lend you my records And I'll never lend you the cash 'Cause to you it's always like Christmas And I know you're just a flash in the pan
can hear the sirens comin' Smell the gasoline and smoke. I'm pinned against this steering wheel Pretty sure my arm is broke. I can see the flames and my life Flashing
yourself a big cigar Lease a house and seven cars Live like the Hip-Hop Superstars Never like a One Hit Wonder Flash in the pan 15 Minute Idol I'd rather
party full belly still suckin on the parsley Star sleeps between the hard sheets You only parked on the street to hear the cars beep Pan left, pan right