I had a dream

Crispy, crispy Benjamin Franklin came over and

Baby-sat all four of my kids

Then, in my dream

I told the doctor off

He said, "If you don't want to do it then you don't have to do it"

He said, "The truth is you'll be okay, anyway"

Then, in my dream

Crispy, crispy Benjamin Franklin and the doctor

Went and had a talk with my boss

Something about insurance policies

They kept the door closed at all times, I couldn't hear or see

When they came out, they said, "You'll be okay, anyway"

And I smiled 'cause I'd known it all the while

No, thank you, no, thank you, no, thank you, no, thank you

I ain't about to pay for this shit

I can afford chemo like I couldn't afford a limo

And on any given day I'd rather ride a limousine

No, thank you, no, thank you, no, thank you, no, thank you

I ain't about to die like this

I can afford chemo like I couldn't afford a limo

And besides, this shit is making me tired

It's making me tired, it's making me tired

You know I plan to retire some day

But Mama gonna go out in style

Go out in style

This shit is making me tired

It's making me tired, it's making me tired

Mama gonna go out in style

Go out in style

When I woke up

The kids were being quiet

I knew it was a dream right away

I called the limousine company

Then I got dressed

I dressed the kids as well

The limousine pulled in and we piled in

The doctor, he asked

Which way we were headed

I said, "Sir, let's just go west," and he listened obediently

Sophie only wants to listen to radio BBC

Michael sat on my knees and whispered to me all about the meanies

Jacqueline was being such a big girl

With her cup of tea looking out of the window

And Barbara

She looks just like my mom

Oh, my Barbara

She looks so much like my mom

No, thank you, no, thank you, no, thank you, no, thank you

I ain't about to pay for this shit

I can afford chemo like I couldn't afford a limo

And on any given day I'd rather ride a limousine

No, thank you, no, thank you, no, thank you, no, thank you

I ain't about to die like this

I can afford chemo like I couldn't afford a limo

And besides, this shit is making me tired

It's making me tired, it's making me tired

You know I plan to retire some day

But Mama gonna go out in style

Go out in style

This shit is making me tired

It's making me tired, it's making me tired

Mama gonna go out in style, go out in style

Style, style, style, style

Style, style, style, style

I had a dream

Crispy, crispy Benjamin Franklin came over and

Baby-sat all four of my kids

I had a dream

Crispy, crispy Benjamin Franklin came over and

Baby-sat all four of my kids

Sophie only wants to listen to radio BBC

Michael sat on my knees and whispered to me all about the meanies

Jacqueline was being such a big girl

With her cup of tea looking out of the window

And Barbara

She looks just like my mom

Oh my God, Barbara

She looks so much like my mom

Oh, my Barbara

She looks so much just like my mom