Texty: Prince. The Black Album. Bob George.
Gal, let me see ya dance
New coat, huh?
That's nice, did you buy it?
Yeah, right
You seein' that rich motherfucker again
You know who I'm talkin' about
That slicked back paddy with all the gold in his mouth
Don't try to play me for yesterday's fool
'Cuz I'll slap your ass into the middle of next week
I'm sorry baby, that's the rules
I pay the rent in this raggedy motherfucker
And all you do is suck up food and eat
Say what? Oh yeah?
For someone who can't stand them TV dinners
You sure eat enough of them motherfuckers
Who bought you that diamond ring?
Yeah right, since when did you have a job?
You seeing that rich motherfucker again
What's his name? Bob? Bob, ain't that a bitch?
What's he do for a living? Manage rock stars?
Who, Prince? Ain't that a bitch?
That skinny motherfucker with the high voice?
Please, who do I look like baby? Yesterday's fool?
Don't you know I will kill you now?
You're fuckin' right, I gotta gun
You think I don't? Then what's this?
Oh, you quiet now, uh uh
Little? Yeah right, it might be little but it's loud
Yeah, right, uh uh
Now put that suitcase down and go in there
And put on that wig I bought you, no, no no, no
The reddish-brown one, Bob, ain't that a bitch?
Oh, gotcha, got ya
Hey Bob, if you're out there, let me see you dance
You said you was funky, c'mon, c'mon
Ain't that a bitch? Bob
Come out with your hands up, I'll kick your ass
This is your last warning, think I won't?
Oh no, the nigger's got a laser
Let's get the hell out of here
Is Mr. George home? Hello, Mr. George?
This is your conscience, motherfucker
Why don't you leave motherfuckers alone?
What's wrong with you?
Well, why can't we just dance?
Why can't we just dance?
No, fuck that, fuck that
I don't talk about you, I don't talk about you
[Incomprehensible] yo little almond shaped head ass
Who the fuck do you think this is?
I'll kick your ass, twice
Bob, if you're out there
Let me see you dance
You said you were funky, c'mon
B O B, spell the shit backwards, what'd it say
Same motherfuckin' shit
Turn it out, Bob, ain't that a bitch?
New coat, huh?
That's nice, did you buy it?
Yeah, right
You seein' that rich motherfucker again
You know who I'm talkin' about
That slicked back paddy with all the gold in his mouth
Don't try to play me for yesterday's fool
'Cuz I'll slap your ass into the middle of next week
I'm sorry baby, that's the rules
I pay the rent in this raggedy motherfucker
And all you do is suck up food and eat
Say what? Oh yeah?
For someone who can't stand them TV dinners
You sure eat enough of them motherfuckers
Who bought you that diamond ring?
Yeah right, since when did you have a job?
You seeing that rich motherfucker again
What's his name? Bob? Bob, ain't that a bitch?
What's he do for a living? Manage rock stars?
Who, Prince? Ain't that a bitch?
That skinny motherfucker with the high voice?
Please, who do I look like baby? Yesterday's fool?
Don't you know I will kill you now?
You're fuckin' right, I gotta gun
You think I don't? Then what's this?
Oh, you quiet now, uh uh
Little? Yeah right, it might be little but it's loud
Yeah, right, uh uh
Now put that suitcase down and go in there
And put on that wig I bought you, no, no no, no
The reddish-brown one, Bob, ain't that a bitch?
Oh, gotcha, got ya
Hey Bob, if you're out there, let me see you dance
You said you was funky, c'mon, c'mon
Ain't that a bitch? Bob
Come out with your hands up, I'll kick your ass
This is your last warning, think I won't?
Oh no, the nigger's got a laser
Let's get the hell out of here
Is Mr. George home? Hello, Mr. George?
This is your conscience, motherfucker
Why don't you leave motherfuckers alone?
What's wrong with you?
Well, why can't we just dance?
Why can't we just dance?
No, fuck that, fuck that
I don't talk about you, I don't talk about you
[Incomprehensible] yo little almond shaped head ass
Who the fuck do you think this is?
I'll kick your ass, twice
Bob, if you're out there
Let me see you dance
You said you were funky, c'mon
B O B, spell the shit backwards, what'd it say
Same motherfuckin' shit
Turn it out, Bob, ain't that a bitch?
The Black Album