Me I'm makin' money, me I'm makin' money Me I'm makin' money, me, me I'm makin' money Dollar, dollar bills, dollar, dollar, dollar bills, y'all Dollar
your daddy had to buy the record company Guess, I'll be the bad guy So get mad at me I'm only sayin' what everybody thinks You ain't no Madonna, no,
Ah, ha) I told her like a dino-saur Bitch they don't make 'em like me no more So make history or leave my car And since I be so high they think i'm fucking
Summaladoomalama I'm not a human I'm a supersonic neurobonic suicidal unibomber You think I'm a nuisce, I'm impressive I'm the new Madonna Jeffery Dahmer left me
day for a party we made a lot of food and we ate it sure as hell Vegetarian salads, they had no meat, there was leftovers as well Everybody laughed when I said Thinking
I see (all I see) Well let me tell you something you couldn't be more wrong about me. All your fancy cars they just don't turn me on, you got me wrong
in your coffee Have you ever brushed your teeth with soap Have you ever sang a song in a taxi Without thinking at all just what they might say Have you ever felt yourself As Madonna
chapter of my memoirs Brings me pleasant memories But is it all just talk and legends Locked in vows of secrecy The great Pharaoh, the United-States The Sphinx and Madonna
Dick Dick Dick [Eighty million], Dick Dick Dick Dick Dick Dick Dick Dick Dick Dick [Ninety million.] Dick. (Spoken:) My bottom hurts just thinking about it. Unlikely as it is to me
scream, "More baby more" When you flash your smile, you drive me wild Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Everybody's checkin' out the glossy magazines Madonna
tea, and fried pork skins Can't get enough, eat still she's stuffed Goes to the bathroom, then she comes back again She thinks she looks just like Madonna
Think I'm an alright guy, I think I'm alright You know, I think I'm an alright guy I think I'm alright I really do I think I'm alright I mean it man
of my gun Was a query-mark of cordite Well I spun to the left, I spun to the right And I spun to the left again Fear me! fear me! fear me! But no one
friend that's true Is there for me Respect is due They care for me Should I be down Or even out They're next to me Hey [Chorus Out - JR. Gong] Your
comes to me And tells me of her dreams With no attempts to shovel the glimpse Into the ditch of what each one means At times I think there are no words
suspiramus gementes et flentes O clemens o pia [Eva:] Don't cry for me Argentina For I am ordinary, unimportant And undeserving of such attention Unless we all are, I think
[Eva:] To think that a man as famous as you are Could love a poor little nothing like me [Chorus:] [Eva:] I wanna be a part of B.A. Buenos Aires, Big