Why don’t you plan a wonderful trip
Down to Havana,
Hop on a ship,
and I’ll see you in C-U-B-A
Managua, Nicaragua, what a wonderful spot
There’s coffee and bananas and the temperature’s hot
So take a trip on a ship and go sailing away
Across the agua to Managua, Nicaragua, olé!
I lay on the lilo till I’m lobster-red,
I still feel the motion here at home in bed
I tell you it’s hard for me to stay away,
You ain’t been, till you been high in Montego Bay.
I was gonna clean my room until I got high
I gonna get up and find the broom but then I got high
my room is still messed up and I know why…
Because I got high, because I got high, because I got high.
'Cause she’s so high
High above me, she’s so lovely
She’s so high
Like Cleopatra, Joan of Arc or Aphrodite
Girl’s. I like them fat, I like them tall,
some skinny, some small.
I’d like to get to know them all…
Ohhh won’t you take me home tonight
Down beside that red fire light
Ohhh won’t you let it all hang out
Fat bottomed girls you make the rockin’ world go round!
I ain’t gonna bump no more, with no big fat woman…
I took the hit that I was given
Then I bumped again and I bumped again…
He hit me
And it felt like a kiss.
He hit me
But it didn’t hurt me.
The last time that I saw you
Your eyes were turning black
Go find the guy who beat you up
Ask him to take you back
I staggered back to the underground
And the breeze blew back my hair
I remember throwin’ punches around
And preachin’ from my chair
The only one who could ever reach me
Was the son of a preacher man
The only boy who could ever teach me
Was the son of a preacher man
I have to be careful not to preach
I can’t pretend that I can teach,
And yet I’ve lived your future out
By pounding stages like a clown
It was the time of the preacher
In the year of '01
Now the lesson is over
And the killing’s begun
And all the playing’s stopped in the playground now
She wants to play with the toys a while
And school’s out early and soon we’ll be learning
And the lesson today is how to die
When I think back of the all the crap
I learned in high school
It’s a wonder I can think at all.
In the high school halls
In the shopping malls
Conform or be cast out
In the basement bars
In the backs of cars
Be cool or be cast out
Do I dress up, or do I dress down
Should I talk, or should I just frown
I don’t fit in
I don’t fit in
With the crowd of hometown friends
All the cats that are so in
We are young
Wandering the face of the Earth
Wondering what our dreams might be worth
Learning that we’re only immortal for a limited time