Scared Famous
Well, little baby
I'm a little bit shy
But once you know me
It'll be all right
We can go on a date
Take you on a scary trip
To Firecrack ...!
Too many nights all alone at home
Me and the TV playing telephone
By the time my answer gets through
You tell me ...
My sense tell me "Go on,
Get on with the race"
My senses tell me "Just go on,
And tell them you won"
The Grammy, the Oscar,
The world
(x2)
And you and I, we should go inside
Look at cards and commit suicide
TV won't tell me the news
Me and my fucking shit
Break out your noose!
My senses tell me "Go on,
Get on with the race"
My senses tell me "Just go on,
And tell them you won"
The Grammy, the Oscar
The world
The Grammy, the Oscar
Oh no!
December 1st, 1921
Me and your mama
Started having fun
And why didn't she
Come out of you?
Like a .. bitch
She took a .. screw!
My senses tell me "Go on,
Get on with the race"
My senses tell me "Just go on,
You know that you've won"
Don't worry
The Grammy, the Oscar
The world
The Grammy, the Oscar
A lover!
My senses tell me "Just go on,
And tell them you've won"
My senses tell me "Go on"