Mission Control

Well a wigglin' caboose will find my lovin' kinda spunky Won't take no refusal, I'm feelin' feisty and funky Yeah, well I got a feather in my cap you'll wanna pluck and, uh You'll never find nobody like mine, wanna fu... ...dge the data general patent office memorize my rhymes If you ever want attention post a new sign of the times Yes said the lover, yes said the young man Inclusive, not intrusive, live and let live yes you can Please finish what you start you'll have my heart, ma'am Though the pumpin' may be slumpin' whenever I eat Spam What's that? Did I lose ya miss? Excuse ya, miss, absorb and Lookout, 'cause I'm falling out of orbit, help me holler Mission Control, Mission Control (HO) Mission Control, Mission Control (HO) Mission Control, Mission Control (HO) Mission Control, Mission Control (HO) Yes I'm back from the stratosphere, satisfied from ear to ear Ready to give you a de-briefing of all that I hear (Well?) Well fear not pot, hot shot, got lot blot rot Crack and smack clot slot, gonna pack heart attack Do I stutter? Sorry, Jack, but a butter tongue is like that What're you gonna, fool, free-style slay me with Parkay? Mother nature's on the BDG-BDG tip, never gonna stop the hop the hip Or should I give it up, give it up, give it up? Give it up, give it up, give it up Give it up, give it up, give it up Give it up, give it up, give it up? No! Beyond the quota edit are the words that make me proud Obi-wan and Yoda said it, I gotta let it out Thank you, thank you, thank you If you're naughty then I'll spank you If you're kids I think I shrank you Laughing all the way to the bank you Colonel Harry will Hank-rank you Never liked the New York Yank you Or the Pirates 'cause they plank you Like that time ('79) Yes it's true I come from DC, went to W so PC Then to the Hub, I'll soon be leaving for the sun, help me holler Mission Control, Mission Control (HO) Mission Control, Mission Control (HO) Mission Control, Mission Control (HO) Mission Control, Mission Control (HO) Fun in the sun leaves a body well done But the fools on the hill they turn and run (I don't wanna' hear the whole story) says one, as he Pays the rent with the sweat of his (I never said that) constituent Horses with blinders of cathode and money Their virtual reality clean and numbing But like a hit from Mean Joe Green Bam, the system takes a body slam Or should I give it up, give it up, give it up? Give it up, give it up, give it up Give it up, give it up, give it up Give it up, give it up, give it up Or should I give it up, give it up, give it up? Or will I give it up, give it up, give it up? Or should I give it up, give it up, give it up? Or will I give it up, give it up, give it up? No, No, No! Well I write political songs, so that makes me a politician Don't need no manicure, you'll never find me at a beautician I say this not because there are compliments for which I'm fishin' But rather to inform you of my form Dishin' me won't stop the drop of my poet shop I'll keep on hobbling along with a rhythm song Going going gone (2, 3) lookin' for more? (5, 6) Well maybe in heaven (8, 9) when it's time Mission Control, Mission Control (HO) Mission Control, Mission Control (HO) Mission Control, Mission Control (HO) Mission Control, Mission Control (HO) Mission Control, Mission Control (HO) Mission Control, Mission Control (HO) Mission Control, Mission Control (HO) Mission Control, Mission Control (HO)