Making movies, MBAs
Ramseys told me that he'd stay
Survey says I'm coming down
Password is "figure it out"
The poem is an A-last-O
My OD, solid gold
The poem sat, the alley-cat
I'm operatic and imagine that
Fox Mulder and me
And the maritime grant
Covering movies
Yeah we covered all that
Think-tank money, night-fall's funny
If you do it in a tonal way
I don't win a cop drop, liar in a top-knot
Daddy made a whoah-oh
I did it for Alfred Gore
I did it for the referees
I did it for the cherries jubilee
I did it for Buck Rogers, I think he'd do it for me
Don Quixote and Marilyn Monroe
Odessa sensai, who's he marrying though
The Cleveland setting, a meal and I
Now he's a normie, can you guess why
I did it for Alfred Gore
I did it for the referees
I did it for the cherries jubilee
I did it for Buck Rogers, I think he'd do it for me
Alone in the mirror, now I see clearer
Caption the visor, I'm a believer
Abra-cadabra, lenses in cameras
Blame it on Napster, now we'll go faster
1982, 1498
You don't have a clue
And I don't want to wait
Now I'm on the run
Now I'm having fun
Now that I'm better, I finally said it:
(Feels good)