My Cousin Greg

One, two, three 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, carries on, but he can barely stand ya, woo Lord his business's buddies They all wear the snow-white clothes And goggles to shield the elements from their eyes Greg's companion, Andy He lives his life Vicariously through his mad man If you wanna live the good life (Then) you better stay away from the limelight If you wanna live the good life (Well) you better stay away from the limelight Napoleon Rowling James He's got a heart that's made of brain He fell in love once and thought about it for days Baby, 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 better stay away from the limelight If you wanna live the good life Well, you better stay away from the limelight Hey, Greg Well, 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, woah If you wanna live the good life Well, you better stay away from the limelight If you wanna live the good life Well, you better stay away from the limelight