I thought I’d never get over you.
But I was wrong.
So there.

Existentialism
My life is over.
Now I'm in Italy.
Guitar Solo.
More existentialism.

In which Sir Mix-A-Lot presents a treatise detailing the tendency of mainstream Western society to overlook the Afro-American erogenization of the female buttocks in its erotic artwork and literature, and attempts to redress the cultural imbalance by examining several common responses to overt displays of this pronounced visual stimulus.

Isn't it ironic?
It isn't??
Not one thing?
Oh the irony!

I am sitting here,
Doing Nothing.

Really,
there is nothing more to this song than that!

Last Christmas sucked
because you left me.

My vengeance:
This song will rub it in
each year, on each radio station in the world
I’ll be there each Christmas with my
neener neener nee-ner!

Last Christmas sucked for me
Each future Christmas will suck for you.

Look, I am able to count to 3,
I can even remember three names!
Then I want to play funny games
and at last I've learned to count to 4.

Arnold was a funny man,
Some said that he was silly,
He would go out late at night,
And nick the knickers frilly.

Did it on his own he did,
For him it was the same,
He couldn't see, the truth was hid,
Takes two to play the game.

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Tequila.

Hi honey, I'm home!