Once there was this girl I knew
She had all she could want
But her unhappiness
Preceded what she bought
She said, “Everyone around here
Is wasting my time”
All of her possessions
Couldn’t make her feel fine
She wants everyone to sit around
And talk about her life
Don’t ask her how she feels
‘Cos that would be a lie

Chorus:
Don’t tell me ‘cos you know
I know it hurts
Don’t tell me ‘cos you know
It’s gotten worse
Don’t tell me ‘cos you think
I don’t know shit about the way you feel
Tell me ‘cos
I don’t want you to hurt

She sat around like a vintage queen
To complain about the world
She says how she’s much better than you
She’s a special girl
She said, “Everyone around here
Is wasting my time”
All of her boyfriends
Couldn’t make her feel fine

Chorus

She said, “Everyone around here
Is wasting my time”
All of her boyfriends
Couldn’t make her feel fine

Chorus
Chorus
Chorus

Viva el vino, viva el dinero
Viva, Viva

El amor

I like to drink wine, and money is fine
But I like the girls even more
Viva el vino, viva el dinero, viva viva el amor

Some pesos you pass, put wine in her glass
And soon she will say “si senor”
Viva el vino, viva el dinero, viva viva el amor

With wine on your lips and money in your pocket
And your sweetheart in your arms
You’re rich as you can be
So lift up your glass, let’s sing it all together
Muchachas, caballeros, make this toast with me

We’ll drink one more time, with money and wine
Let’s drink to the girls we adore
Viva el vino, viva el dinero, viva viva el amor

Sing one more time, money and wine
Let’s sing to the girls we adore

Viva el vino, viva el dinero, viva viva…

El amor

Leaving lepidoptera – please, don’t touch the display,
little boy, aha cute! Moving to the next aisle we have
arachnida, the spiders, our.. finest collection.
This friendly little devil is the heptothilidi,
unfortunately harmless. Next to him, the nasty licosa
raptoria, his tiny fangs cause creeping ulcerations of
the skin *laugh*. And here, my prize, the Black
Widow. Isn’t she lovely?.. and so deadly. Her kiss is
fifteen times as poisonous as that of the rattlesnake.
You see her venom is highly neurotoxic, which is to say
that it attacks the central nervous system causing
intense pain, profuse sweating, difficulty in
breathing, loss of consciousness, violent convulsions
and, finally.. death. You know what I think I love the
most about her is her inborn need to dominate,
possess. In fact, immediately after the consummation
of her marriage to the smaller and weaker male of the
species she kills and eats him – *laugh* oh, she is
delicious.. and I hope he was! Such power and dignity
– unhampered by sentiment. If I may put forward a
slice of personal philosophy, I feel that man has ruled
this world as a stumbling dimented child-king long
enough! And as his empire crumbles, my precious Black
Widow shall rise as his most fitting successor!

Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and grey
Look out on a summer’s day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colours on the snowy linen land

Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen
They did not know how
Perhaps they’ll listen now

Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds and violet haze
Reflect in Vincent’s eyes of china blue
Colours changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artists’ loving hand

Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen
They did not know how
Perhaps they’ll listen now

For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left inside
On that starry, starry night
You took your life as lovers often do
But I could have told you Vincent
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you

Like the strangers that you’ve met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
The silver thorn of bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow

Now I think I know
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen
They’re not listening still
Perhaps they never will…

Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and gray
Look out on a summer day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hill
Sketch the trees and daffodils
Catch the breeze and winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land.

Now i understand what you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free
They would not listen
They did not know how
Perhaps they’ll listen now

Starry, starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls
Frameless heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world
And can’t forget like strangers
That you’ve met
Ragged men in ragged clothes
The silver thorn, a bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow

Now i think i know
What you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
And you tried to set them free:
They would not listen
They’re not listening still
Perhaps they never will
For they could not love you
But still, your love was true
And when no hope was left inside
On that starry, starry night
You took your life as lovers often do
But i could’ve told you, Vincent
This world was never meant for one
As beautiful as you.

Starry
starry night
paint your palette blue and grey

look out on a summer’s day
with eyes that know the
darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills
sketch the trees and the daffodils

catch the breeze and the winter chills

in colors on the snowy linen land.
And now I understand what you tried to say to me

how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free.
They would not listen
they did not know how

perhaps they’ll listen now.

Starry
starry night
flaming flo’rs that brightly blaze

swirling clouds in violet haze reflect in
Vincent’s eyes of China blue.
Colors changing hue
morning fields of amber grain

weathered faces lined in pain
are soothed beneath the artist’s
loving hand.
And now I understand what you tried to say to me

how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free.
perhaps they’ll listen now.

For they could not love you
but still your love was true

and when no hope was left in sight on that starry
starry night.
You took your life
as lovers often do;
But I could have told you
Vincent
this world was never
meant for one
as beautiful as you.

Starry
starry night
portraits hung in empty halls

frameless heads on nameless walls
with eyes
that watch the world and can’t forget.
Like the stranger that you’ve met

the ragged men in ragged clothes

the silver thorn of bloddy rose
lie crushed and broken
on the virgin snow.
And now I think I know what you tried to say to me

how you suffered for your sanity

how you tried to set them free.
They would not listen
they’re not
list’ning still
perhaps they never will.

REFRAIN:
Vikki turn your back on me
Come on darlin’ just for me
‘Cause there is something so appealin’,
that your eyes are not revealin’!
Oh, Miss Dougan, you’re for me!


Other girls who approach me,
Are beautiful, gorgeous and gay!
But you’re so gosh darn more inviting
Going the other way!


REFRAIN

Vikki baby you move me,
In those far-out clothes!
But don’t it get chilly flyin’ home at night
When that cold cold tail-wind blows?


REFRAIN

Vikki baby, you rock me,
Without you I’m bereft!
I’m hynotized by those crazy eyes,
And that callipygian cleft!


REFRAIN


Vikki baby, we’re older,
My get up and go is gone
But when I see you walking down the street
Them buns still turn me on!


REFRAIN

[Saukrates]
Yo
I’m loving the weather in this damn neighbourhood
Hot, like fire, everything females looking good, ain’t it
My nigga Freddy agrees, we near fainted
(Not knowing that my face portrait was being painted)
(That very same day)
Anyways we chilling on the stoop shooting the breeze
Arguing about who was the illest MC
Verbally slapped my nigga, saying player it’s Jay-Z
My moms cuts it short, sending me to the A&P
Supplies for supper, quart of milk, loaf of bread and a stick of butter
You’re damn right, I was making beats for A’s(?) last night
And you know them vets make you work up an appetite
Split, jump in the Ac, it’s deaded in the back
Won’t start, pumping them tracks killed my battery
Mad at me, errrr, nigga hit the brakes
Dud I live for them Camelo and PF Cuttin’ tapes
Can’t forget what Clue got, Tony Touch and Doo Wop
Kid we can walk it’s only five from my crib
And anyway my nigga Jay who got my Mastermind joint
Stay on the way to the grocery point
Be back soon momma say
(Not knowing that my face portrait was being painted)
(That very same day)
Walking, talking, Mrs. Johnson is on her lawn
Sunbathing so we honkin’, errh
She the finest forty-something I seen in nine lives
Not even Mr. Johnson believe she forty-five
That’s why I’ve made the pledge, no more chickenheads
Let me ride with you big girl, keeping me well feed
Here come the ice cream trucks, some kids playing double dutch
Looking ill but too young to touch
Then one child said, yo Big Sox when’s the album due kid?
It’s out stupid, I want to form a neighbourhood B
Like a Vietnam camp in ’73, seperated from society
Hit the corner, there’s my nigga Jay eyeing me
Motherfucker where my tape at? Lie to me!
And I’mma brake that, you let’s take a walk
I’mma get it on my way back, we gotta talk
I heard one of them coons from the other side of the block
Was fucking with you over some bullshit
And pulled clips illigitly
{Yo he acted shifty because my crib’s where his chick be hangin dude}
Ignore that shit G and keep that thang banging, in everyway
(Not knowing that my face portrait was being painted)
(That very same day)
We gets to the A, and P Jay’s smoking so them niggas wait for me
I’m standing in the express line and what do I see?
Through the window, that same coon and his kinfolk
Everything turned slow motioned and muted
In my mind while I saw these niggas creep up from behind
I see one pull a nine, I scream TURN AROUND!
Too late, my nigga Jay’s brain stained the ground
They kicked my nigga Freddy in the gut saying what
Now motherfucker, your man’s nothing but a memory
And hits him with another sucker punch
Fuck the lunch, today I’m killing the bunch
I run outside with one nigga lie dead
The other bleedin’ from the head
Grab the gat Jay had strapped on the inside of his leg
Yo Freddy just chill, I’m about to retaliate
Ill visions of murder, blowe
Fuck it now it’s time to kill
Cock back, I’m prepared for action
Becoming one with Samuel L. Jackson
Turn the corner, I see them niggas running away
Hit the shortcut, I’m waiting at his crib
I’mma end this shit today
Look, here he comes now
I’ve never felt pressure like this before
Debating, whether I should blast on site
Or wait ’til the motherfucker puts the key in the door
Creep up on a nigga with God’s hand
On the hair pintrigger, forgive me momma
but I’m going to be a little late with the groceries
I mean, you know diner’s just going to have to wait
Turn around motherfucker!

Now, if this was you, what the fuck would you do?

Turn on tha radio, nah fuck it turn it off
Fear is your only god on the radio
Nah fuck it, turn it off
Turn it off, turn on tha radio, nah fuck it turn it off
Fear is your only god on the radio
Nah fuck it, your saviour’s my guillotine, crosses and kerosene
Merge on tha networks, slangin’ nerve gas
Up jump tha boogie then bang, let ’em hang
While tha paraniod try ta stuff tha void
Let’s capture this AM mayhem
Undressed, and blessed by tha Lord
Tha power pendulum swings by tha umbilical cord
Shock around tha clock, from noon ’til noon
Men grabbin’ they mics, and stuff ’em into tha womb
Terror’s tha product ya push
Well I’m a truth addict, oh shit I gotta headrush
Sheep tremble an here come tha votes
Thrown from tha throat, new cages an scapegoats
Undressed and blessed by tha Lord
Tha same devil that ran around Managua wit a sword
Check out tha new style that Ollie found
I tune in wit a bullet ta shut down tha devil sound
Shut down tha devil sound
Tha program of Vietnow
Shut down tha devil sound
Turn on the radio, nah fuck it turn it off
Fear is your only god on the radio
Nah fuck it, turn it off
Turn it off, turn on the radio, nah fuck it turn it off
Fear is your only god on the radio
Nah fuck it, your saviour’s my guillotine, crosses and kerosene
Flex tha cerebellum, fire, uh!
Somebody gotta shell ’em
These evil angels lists, hittin’ tha AM playlist
Paid ta say this
That one inhuman, illegal, single woman
Tha one wit out a room
The transmissions wippin’ our backs
Yeah, comin’ down like bats from Stacy Coon
Terror’s tha product ya push
Well I’m a truth addict, oh shit I gotta headrush
Tha sheep tremble an here come tha votes
Thrown from tha throat, new cages and scapegoats
One caution tha mics a detonator unwound
Ta shut down tha devil sound
Shut down tha devil sound
Check tha heads bow in vietnow
Shut down tha devil sound
Is all tha world jails and churches?
Is all tha world jails and churches?
Is all tha world jails and churches?
Is all tha world jails and churches?
Is all tha world jails and churches?
Radio, nah fuck it, turn it off
Fear is your only god on tha radio
Nah fuck it, turn it off
Turn it off, turn on tha radio, nah fuck it turn it off
Fear is your only god on tha radio
Nah fuck it, your saviour’s my guillotine, crosses and kerosene
Fear is your, fear is your, fear is your only god
Fear is your, fear is your, fear is your only god
Fear is your, fear is your, fear is your only god
Fear is your, fear is your, fear is your only god

I’m down on Bourbon Street again,
down in that quarter of sin,
standin’ on a corner where I used to stand,
down by Charlie Weaver, that old hot dog man.
When you’re singin’ and a playin’ one year seems like ten.

(Chorus)
But I’m down, down, down in Vieux Carre again,
street people never go to Pat’s.
We never zip as hurricanes, no.

I’m down on Bourbon Street again,
I’m back to see all my old friends,
on the corner cuttin’ that Dixieland.
King Creole is one who seldom found,
oh and Papa Joe’s is one place that Ive never been.

But I’m down, down, down in Vieux Carre again,
we never sip on Hurricanes, no.

(Repeat 1st verse)

But I’m down, down, down in Vieux Carre again.