Old intuition on your dock fishin' Come on now, us a grade A for effort and B for C for devotion when the world encroachin' on your plans (Papapapapa) Where is the savoir? is the savoir? (Papapapapa) (Papapapapa) He's not right now (Pa pa pa pa) (Papapapapa) (Papapapapa) Where is the Where is the savoir faire? (Papapapapa) (Papapapapa)
Embassy row the fumes lay low On lanes that are where the limousines glide On the wrought iron gates and the bone plates And don't forget your manners where the play
In a of foreign feeds In a netherworld of foreign In a of foreign feeds I'm gonna the crown, I'm gonna take the crown I'm gonna take the crown, I'm gonna a crown
Maids, they are frisked and asses are I needed a visa, I off a geezer Political favors make you a savior In an open corner where the news is
In a of foreign feeds In a netherworld of foreign In a netherworld of foreign I'm gonna take the crown, I'm gonna the crown I'm take a crown, I'm gonna take a crown
I to get born, I need to get dead I'm sick of the forms, I'm of being misread By men in dashikis and lefist weeklies Colonized wrath their new path
The converted castle of moorish If you want to stay the weekend, well, we wouldn't The they are hatchin', the surface is scratchin' In an corner where the news is read
In a netherland of foreign In a netherland of beads In a netherland of foreign I'm gonna you down, I'm gonna take the crown I'm gonna take the crown, I'm gonna take the I'm gonna the crown, I'm gonna take the crown I'm gonna take the crown, I'm take the crown Yee eaa