Letra de Chemo Limo
I had a dream Crispy crispy Benjamin Franklin came over and Baby sat all four of my kidsThen in my dream, I told the doctor off He said, if you don't want to do it Then you don't have to do it He said, the truth is you'll be okay, anyway Then in my dreamCrispy crispy Benjamin Franklin and the doctor Went and had a talk with my boss Something about insurance policiesThey kept the door closed at all times I couldn't hear or see When they came out they saidYou'll be okay, anyway And I smiled 'cause I'd known it all the while No thank you, no thank you, no thank you, no thank youI don't have to pay for this shit I couldn't afford chemo like I couldn't afford a limo And on any given day, I'd rather ride a limousine No thank you, no thank you, no thank you, no thank youI ain't about to to die like this I couldn't afford chemo like I couldn't afford a limo And besides this shit is making me tired It's making me tired It's making me tired You know I plan to retire somedayBut mama gonna go out in style Go out in style This shit it's making me tiredIt's making me tired It's making me tired Mama gonna go out in style Go out in styleWhen I woke up The kids were being quiet I knew it was a dream right away I called the limousine companyThen I got dressed I dressed the kids as well The limousine pulled in We piled inThe doctor asked which way we were headed I said, sir, let's just go west and he listened obediently Sophie only wants to listen to radio BBCMichael sat on my knees and whispered to me All about the meanies Jacqueline was being such a big girlWith her cup of tea looking out of the window And Barbara, she looks just like my mom Oh my Barbara She looks so much like my momNo thank you, no thank you, no thank you, no thank you I don't have to pay for this shit I couldn't afford chemo like I couldn't afford a limo And on any given day, I'd rather ride a limousineNo thank you, no thank you, no thank you, no thank you I ain't about to die like this I couldn't afford chemo like I couldn't afford a limo And besides this shit is making me tired It's making me tired It's making me dieYou know, I plan to retire someday But mama gonna go out in style Go out in styleThis shit, it's making me tired It's making me tired It's making me tired Mama gonna go out in style Go out in styleStyle Style Style Style Style Style Style Style I had a dream Crispy crispy Benjamin Franklin came over and Baby sat all four of my kids I had a dream Crispy crispy Benjamin Franklin came over and Baby sat all four of my kids Sophie only wants to listen to radio BBC Michael sat on my knees and whispered to me All about the meanies Jacqueline was being such a big girl With her cup of tea looking out of the window And Barbara, she looks just like my mom Oh my God, Barbara, she looks so much like my mom Oh my Barbara She looks so much just like my mom