Ba-ba-ba

Ba-ba-ba-ba, ba

Ba-ba-ba-ba, gonna have a good, good time

Ba-ba-oh

Ba-ba, baby

Ba, babe have fun

See, I don't ever talk about the weather

I wear a long coat made of chickadee feathers

Well, I squawk loud

When I'm pushing through a rush hour crowd

On the way to your house

So, it's a low life, baby

Aristocrats sippin' fine wine

Ain't my perception of a good time

It's what I'm having, so where do I sign?

I'll go straight to hell laughing, come on

Since I was 14

Repped it hard like I was James Dean

Giving chickadees some wet jeans

When I rolled through, I made it my scene

She was a tall lady

Six feet plus and making men crazy, yeah, yeah

I hollered at her from my blue Mercedes

Now she walk the streets for me daily

No, no, no, no

See, I don't ever talk about the weather

I wear a long coat made of chickadee feathers

Well, I squawk loud

When I'm pushing through a rush hour crowd

On the way to your house

So, it's a low life, baby

Aristocrats sippin' fine wine

Ain't my perception of a good time

It's what I'm having, so where do I sign?

I'll go straight to hell laughing, come on

I know it ain't right

Making money off her backside

But you know she ain't no cheap ride

So Rockefeller's call me late night (ah, yeah)

Ooh-ooh, she was made for it

So she might as well get laid for it, right baby

And I might as well get paid for it

'Cause in the end I'm gonna pay for it, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah

See, I don't ever talk about the weather

I wear a long coat made of chickadee feathers

Well, I squawk loud

When I'm pushing through a rush hour crowd

On the way to your house

So, it's a low life, baby

Aristocrats sippin' fine wine

Ain't my perception of a good time

It's what I'm having, so where do I sign?

I'll go straight to hell laughing, come on

So where do I sign?

I'll go straight to hell laughing, come on

So where do I sign?

I'll go straight to hell laughing, come on

Oh, yeah

Straight to hell laughing, come on

I don't, no, don't, don't, I don't, no, don't, don't call me, call me, call me baby

I don't, no, don't, don't, I don't, no, don't, dare call me back, baby, no, baby

I don't, no, don't, don't, I don't, no, don't, don't call me, don't call me back, call me baby

I don't, no, don't, don't, I don't, no, don't, where it all lies, it's a bit on

I don't ever talk about the weather

I wear a long coat made of chickadee feathers

Well, I squawk loud

When I'm pushing through a rush hour crowd

On the way to your house

So, it's a low life, baby

Aristocrats sippin' fine wine

Ain't my perception of a good time

It's what I'm having, so where do I sign?

I'll go straight to hell laughing, come on