My Cousin Greg

My cousin Greg

Well he's a greedy son of a bitch

He's making his way from Florida up to L.A.

He left the tropicana

Passed through Louisiana

He laughs hard and carries on

But he can barely stand ya

All his physicist buddies

They all wear the Snow White coats

And goggles to shield the elements from their eyes

Greg's companion Andy

He lives his life vicariously through his mathematics

If you wanna live the good life

Well, you'd better stay away from the limelight

If you wanna live the good life

Well, you'd better stay away from the limelight

They call him Rollin' James

He's got a heart that's made of brains

He fell in love once

And thought about it for a day

Hey Greg

Where'd you go last night

He says I don't know, but I woke up with a pocket full of loot

If you wanna live the good life

Well, you'd better stay away from the limelight

If you wanna live the good life

Well, you'd better stay away from the limelight

Hey Greg

Where'd one of your shoes go

He looked at me and said

That's not important

Please don't you point your photon ray gun at me

Oh

If you wanna live the good life

Well, you'd better stay away from the limelight

If you wanna live the good life

Well, you'd better stay away from the limelight