Lyrics
Please let me introduce you
To a brand new idea
It ain’t like your stupid car
‘Cause it don’t come from Korea
I won’t charge you for this tip
But you can take it to the bank
And when your whole life starts to turn around
You’ll know who to thank
“Thank God for MC 900”
Will be the first thing you say
When you’re jumping out of bed
At the start of every day
You’ll be dropping on your knees
While you’re calling out my name
Saying, “thank you, thank you, thank you!”
And you’ll bless the day
I came into your life
Which up to this point
Has been a big fat joke
That you were playing on yourself
But now it’s time you awoke
From this dream you’ve been having
And confront reality
So shut your mouth for one minute
And pay attention to me.
‘Cause I am going to reveal the secret
Of my success
So that now you can share
In my continued happiness
You will know the blissful peace
Of all the masters of old
And anything that you touch
Will turn to 14 carat gold
It’s an easy five-word sentence
That’s the key to all your dreams
So from now on you don’t have to worry
About no complex schemes
Your life will be a simple game
That you will always win
And for every dollar that you spend
The bank will pay back ten
Now I know you’re saying
Why don’t he stop beating ‘round the bush?
Well I’ll get there when I get there
So there ain’t no need to push
The point I’m trying to make
Contains my whole philosophy
So, listen to what I tell you
And repeat it after me:
Truth Is Out Of Style ...
Yeah, I hear what you’re saying:
“MC 900 FT JESUS, exactly how did you come to the
conclusion that Truth Is Out Of Style?”
I was on my way to work one day
I spied a rocket ship
Some aliens abducted me
And took me on a trip
Back to a previous existence
On another astral plane
I met a real nice lady there
Named Shirley MacLaine
“The truth is not an obstacle
For someone such as me,” she said
“Because, you see, we all create
Our own reality
And if a problem should arise
The best thing you can say
Is ‘don’t worry, be happy,
And have a nice day’”
I thanked her very kindly
For the excellent advice
She said she’d bill me later
At a reasonable price
Then the aliens brought me back
And beamed me down into this bar
But I could not go to work
Because Bigfoot stole my car
Truth Is Out Of Style ...
Written by: Mark Griffin