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[fade in chorus]



(you see, it goes like this)



Momma, dont you turn away

Just because Ive gone astray

Out of the fire, into the frying pan, this is the story of a sorry man

I have been known to deviate myself from the path that is set

But let us not forget about the man who decided to dedicate his life to the jetset

He is now just a shadow of his former self

And dark clouds hover overhead

The living dead, move over, you see it goes like this



I could be a mover, I could be a shaker, dont you try to get in my way

Im the heart breaker, the money maker, this will all be mine one day

Well



I myself do not think that such a raw ambition, his disposition

To be a sin in itself, though

Should we not forget about the mess that he got himself in



Where now stands this meek and empty man, there once was a typhoon

Earthquaking, a phenomena, higher than the rest of us

cause he was steppin on us, steppin over people

And this is how the story goes, folks



I will go undefeated, Ill be protected

You think youre big time, Ill show you big time

Hollerin and swallowin air, crawling in the pit of dispair



Once he got his foot in the door,

Well you know he was a fast stepper, a bad taste in the mouth kind of guy,

Funny fella though, always had a joke or two,

But be careful, the joke could be on you

Did you ever hear the one about the id, the ego, the super ego,

The monumental man sat back to watch his automobile grow

He was a lamborghini kind of guy, got so high

He would swear he could touch the sky

But the sky was the limit



He was calling, he was crawling, riddled by the immensities of life,

Ladies of the night would call all hours of the day, every day, all day,

Calling for his mommy when the day was done

Yes, he was moving, he was shaking, so lonesome tonight,

And his eyes belied his smile awhile,

Calling for his mummy but his mummy didnt come



Once he got his foot in the door,

Well you know he was a fast stepper, a bad taste in the mouth kind of guy,

Funny fella though, always had a joke or two,

But be careful, the joke could be on you

Did you ever hear the one about the id, the ego, the super ego,

The monumental man sat back to watch his automobile grow

He was a lamborghini kind of guy, got so high

He would swear he could touch the sky

But the sky was the limit



I could be a mover, I could be a shaker, dont you try to get in my way

Im the heart breaker, the money maker, this will all be mine one day

I will go undefeated, Ill be protected

You think youre big time, Ill show you big time

Hollerin and swallowin air, crawling in the pit of dispair

[fade in chorus]



(you see, it goes like this)



Momma, dont you turn away

Just because Ive gone astray

Out of the fire, into the frying pan, this is the story of a sorry man

I have been known to deviate myself from the path that is set

But let us not forget about the man who decided to dedicate his life to the jetset

He is now just a shadow of his former self

And dark clouds hover overhead

The living dead, move over, you see it goes like this



I could be a mover, I could be a shaker, dont you try to get in my way

Im the heart breaker, the money maker, this will all be mine one day

Well



I myself do not think that such a raw ambition, his disposition

To be a sin in itself, though

Should we not forget about the mess that he got himself in



Where now stands this meek and empty man, there once was a typhoon

Earthquaking, a phenomena, higher than the rest of us

cause he was steppin on us, steppin over people

And this is how the story goes, folks



I will go undefeated, Ill be protected

You think youre big time, Ill show you big time

Hollerin and swallowin air, crawling in the pit of dispair



Once he got his foot in the door,

Well you know he was a fast stepper, a bad taste in the mouth kind of guy,

Funny fella though, always had a joke or two,

But be careful, the joke could be on you

Did you ever hear the one about the id, the ego, the super ego,

The monumental man sat back to watch his automobile grow

He was a lamborghini kind of guy, got so high

He would swear he could touch the sky

But the sky was the limit



He was calling, he was crawling, riddled by the immensities of life,

Ladies of the night would call all hours of the day, every day, all day,

Calling for his mommy when the day was done

Yes, he was moving, he was shaking, so lonesome tonight,

And his eyes belied his smile awhile,

Calling for his mummy but his mummy didnt come



Once he got his foot in the door,

Well you know he was a fast stepper, a bad taste in the mouth kind of guy,

Funny fella though, always had a joke or two,

But be careful, the joke could be on you

Did you ever hear the one about the id, the ego, the super ego,

The monumental man sat back to watch his automobile grow

He was a lamborghini kind of guy, got so high

He would swear he could touch the sky

But the sky was the limit



I could be a mover, I could be a shaker, dont you try to get in my way

Im the heart breaker, the money maker, this will all be mine one day

I will go undefeated, Ill be protected

You think youre big time, Ill show you big time

Hollerin and swallowin air, crawling in the pit of dispair

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