You Got a Problem

3, 2, 1, I'm that son of a gun, but one who has

the fun by the kilo and the ton. Like Marv

Albert but worse, I got the curse, got

perverse with the nurse in the maternity

ward. That's right, I'm nuts, ask Fisty Cuts. I

got outpatient status at the Brooklyn Zoo.

Doobie doobie doo, we like the crew that

runs up in the club wearin' alligator shoes.

When I get the blues I get it really bad, ask

Kronos for promos, Feliz Navidad. Johnny

Black got my back, baby, happy or sad. If I

fall out of your favor, don' get mad.

If the heat don't get me then the drugs sure

will, stirrin' scotch and soda's with a twenty

dollar bill.

My head feels like old vinyl, and like Lionel,

I'm idle. Secretly stalking the title, stealin'

scenes by ways and means. And thats why

marines got M-16's I think I love her, but

she's affected, bullshit detected. Wonder

why she got neglected, I legged it, turned up

here, I'll have a beer and a joke about that

Guenevere. Lord I been knowin' there'd be

days like these, but please don't hit me with

the quick release, and don't rat me out to

Edwin Meese, 'cause I been around the

world and the seven seas.

If the heat don't get me then the drugs sure

will, stirrin' scotch and soda's with a twenty

dollar bill. My mamma always told me

never drink on pills, roll down the window

'cause I'm feelin' kinda ill.