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Mickey Avalon - Romeo And Juliet Mickey Avalon - Romeo And Juliet |
| It's Mickey Avalon here
Leadin' lambs to water
A little diddy about sliding out the back
When your lover just won't let you be.
Ha ha, you know about that.
Yo, my woman weeps when I walk out the door
and hop in my Caddy toward the liquor store
Cuz she knows I won't be home for days
With hookers and hotel rooms and cocaine
Avalon's gone and he might not make it back
(that cat's crazy, I hear he smokes crack)
Life's been a haze since I flunked 4th grade
Cuz I couldn't keep my nose away from spray paint
So now these days I've been getting headaches
When my birth monster overcooks my steak
I take it personal when the moans are fake
Ready to murder fools when she comes home late
The dial tone leaves a lump in my throat
When she screams like a psycho and hangs up the phone
We used to be a happy pair when we first met
But now her other lover's sending me death threats
Romeo had Juliet (yeah!)
But give me three sweeties in a new Corvette (woo!)
When it's time to strut and cut all strings (yeah, what?)
I make the scene (make the scene)
Jackie O had Johnny F (yeah!)
But I just wanna smoke your last cigarette (hey!)
It's all or nothing, no in between (no in between)
I make the scene (make the scene)
Running out of gas on the fast lane
Hot dog carts and helicopter parts and
painted ponies jumping up and down in my brains
This little girl in Mary Janes is drivin' me crazy
A gypsy queen once told me, "Mickey,
If you don't get it together you won't see twenty."
But plenty honeys give me money for the cunnilingus
I sting clits, late on your tummy hits.
Mickey Av with sticky hands
Lyrical my old man with stylish fans
I skyscrape the heavens and jizz in Schlitz cans
Psycho killer qu'est que c'est, bam ba bam bam
I rock & roll like Nat King Cole
More soul than Spock or Flock of Seagulls.
And when you see me walking down the street you don't know
How a motherfucker could be so dope.
Romeo had Juliet (yeah!)
But give me three sweeties in a new Corvette (woo!)
When it's time to strut and cut off strings (yeah, what?)
I make the scene (make the scene)
Wynona Ryd had Johnny Depp (yeah!)
But I just wanna smoke your last cigarette (hey!)
It's all or nothing, no in between (no in between)
I make the scene (make the scene)
Struttin' down Hollywood the friday night blues.
Past skinny speed freaks and hacidic jews
Manly-lookin' trannies wearin high heel boots
Talkin' to house broke husbands in three- piece-suits.
It's freezing cold and my jeans got holes.
I ain't seen my baby since I sold my soul.
Intravenous treats got my feet all swoll
I can't walk so I crawl down the floor for more.
Now hold that thought and lock the door.
I got six in the clip and a box in the drawer.
For a spoon I'll sing you a tune.
And dance like a banshee underneath the moon.
I'll pick up clues like Nancy Drew.
And if you ain't heard yet Av flew the coop.
Off to a place where the broads got grace
and punks don't lie straight to your face.
Romeo had Juliet (yeah!)
But give me three sweeties in a new Corvette (woo!)
When it's time to strut and cut off strings (yeah, what?)
I make the scene (make the scene)
Jackie O had Johnny F (yeah!)
But I just wanna smoke your last cigarette (hey!)
It's all or nothing, no in between (no in between)
I make the scene (make the scene) |
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