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Fun Lovin' Criminals

Scooby Snacks

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Scooby Snacks was released on February 20, 1996 by Chrysalis Records as a part of the album Come Find Yourself

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Fun Lovin' Criminals

Fun Lovin' Criminals

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COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Hugh Morgan

Composer

Brian Leiser

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Stephen Borgovini

Stephen Borgovini

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Daniel Ash

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Fun Lovin' Criminals

Fun Lovin' Criminals

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Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Everybody, be cool this a robbery

Any of you fucking pricks move

And I'll execute every motherfucking last one of you

[Verse 2]

Me and Fast got the gats, we're out to rob the bank

We got Steve outside carrying a full pack

And every thing's cool, and every thing's smooth

Hey, that's smooth

[Verse 3]

I walked up to the teller, I give her the letter

She gives me the loot, with puckered up lips, and a wink

That I found cute and I said, "Baby, baby, baby"

Is this some karmic-chi love thing happening here, baby, or what?

[Verse 4]

By that time Fast tapped me with the nine

He said, "It's time to blow, you know?"

So, out the door we go back to the ride, with Steve inside

And alive, and off we drive

[Verse 5]

See, I hurt my lower lumbar, you know we'll never get far

Ridin' around in a stolen police car

So, we dropped it off and piled in the Caddy

Steve was driving, 'cause I had to talk to my man

[Verse 6]

Look, honestly, I don't know anything about any fucking set-up

You can torture me all you want

Torture you, that's good, that's a good idea, I like that one

[Chorus]

Runnin' around, robbin' banks, all whacked off on Scooby Snacks

Runnin' around, robbin' banks, all whacked off on Scooby Snacks

[Verse 7]

And I don't give a fuck about the hell's gate

Ain't punkin' the crowd, man, I'm still standin' up straight

So, we pull these jobs to make a little money

No one gets hurt if they don't act funny

[Verse 8]

On the way to the yacht, we almost got caught

Fast is shooting mailboxes, not knowing where the cops is, yeah

They're at the Dunkin' Donuts, adjacent from the Fromans'

Whose mailbox Fast had just exploded

They gave chase, but my man Steve's an ace

And we lost those brothers with haste

We casted off, and along we went off Bermuda

To an island resort we rented

[Verse 9]

Sonny, I need you cool, are you cool?

I am cool

[Chorus]

Runnin' around, robbin' banks, all whacked off on Scooby Snacks

Runnin' around, robbin' banks, all whacked off on Scooby Snacks

Runnin' around, robbin' banks, all whacked off on Scooby Snacks

Runnin' around, robbin' banks, all whacked off on Scooby Snacks

Written by: Brian Leiser, Daniel Ash, Glenn Campling, Hugh Morgan, Kevin Haskins, Stephen Borgovini

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