Arriving on foreign soil,
I see a lady with a foreign hairstyle ,
I bought her in a perfect foil
For my protagonist
But meanwhile she told me her name was Shaka,
And she smiled while trying not to smile,
I snuck another shot of Banocka,
And now I find her in the mystery file
With all the other brain-washers
Woo-hoo-ooh
My love on a seat of my 74′ impala, four door,
My love obviously going to make you and holler for more
Oh-oh
I need a restaurant
I need a restaurant
I need a restaurant
I need a restaurant
I’m meeting potential buyers,
When stopped before I could drink my coffee,
Now I’m putting out her fires,
And I just can’t get her monkey off me
Time for a new set of tires to drive into a new city,
Surround myself with new liars
And build a new monstrosity
Upon wish to land my helicopter
Woo-hoo-ooh
My love on a seat of my 74′ impala, four door
My love obviously going to make you and holler for more
Oh-oh
I need a restaurant
I need a restaurant
I need a restaurant
I need a restaurant
Big, big business at the makers, make!
Dirty, dirty business at the takers, take!
I hate to see you die for a rookie mistake,
Stuffing your face with uranium cake
You know I can’t take it when you’re running late,
I’m setting you a trap, but I forgot the bait,
I see my fucking food, but I’ve gotta wait
I see my fucking food, but I’ve gotta wait
Oh no!
Oh no!
Go!
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