Roebuck

Hey, one, two, you still don't know me

Hey, hey

Every page, I'll pick a picture as my preference, but just for reference

I like 'em all, number one through number twenty-seven

One question, who directed the photos and chose the layout?

How many accountants calculate the payout? How many?

I need a scientific calculator

I need a film camera with an adjustable aperture

I want a 3-piece stereo with a 5-disc carousel

That's sweeter than an apple dipped in peanuts and caramel

One time, I bought a bow and arrow

Before I figured out that Michael Jackson was the Scarecrow

My sisters both used to have braids and hair bows

The crib ain't never have no airflow

We never had a day of central AC

We always had a plate of rice and beans, I ate meat

My mother lives in the same house we been in since

I was a baby, I guess besides that year in Haiti

Have you seen the catalogue?

It got so many things, I wish I had 'em all

And I would not feel sad at all

If I could buy everything in the catalogue

Yo, no returns, no exchanges

Finger through the pages, no paper cuts, self-addressed, stamped, got me amped

While the selection got me waiting for the shipping times, with less than Prime handling

Oversized dimensions, paid the extras for the weight and balance

Standing on the porch, lighting a torch up for the postman

Twice rung, at once too ho gung for the white van

Every card scam ran through the work scan led up to this

Every penny saved was a wish made for the brokest kids

Paid my dues and paid the price on page 23, column B

Double tape, auto reverse and volume rotary, dial tone

Don't bother calling me 'cause I ain't answering

When cords ain't long enough to reach while signing for my packages

Check the box for damage 'cause I need that mint conditioning

Soon enough, the whole damn block is listening

Until the next edition's in, I'm plotting my picks, planning my purchases

Cop the whole damn catalog, the merch is ill and worth the bill

I thought I had it all

I thought I had it all

One, two, one, two

Then I got the catalog

One, two

Cellular beeper, phone receiver

I'll tell you a secret, don't repeat it

I need it, I didn't know I need it

It looks like a pump and feels like a sneaker

This crook smells like a skunk and steals like a tweaker

We kiss a little longer, Big Red under the bleachers

Got it made, got it made like I was hot for the teacher

It's a sound blaster card with the Altec Lansing speaker

I like David Lee Roth but not the other guy

It's 95-South, so I could learn to do the butterfly

It's triple fat goose stocked, even in the summertime

My sweatshirt County Seat with both words underlined

Yeah, in Mrs. Fields till the cookies stop

As quick as Mr. Owl licked the center of a Tootsie Pop

It's top floor, hold on to the railing

Watch my escalator zoom like it's Mode 7 scaling

With adjustable contrast and sharpness

I'm singing like a Partridge

We running a sale on shag carpet, hey

It's a sliding scale for financial hardships

'Cause odd shit, you want something broad, then go to Target