This rhyme is about a dream
ok, i’ll admit it i created the thing
eyes shut, mind open, now we’re fast asleep
i come up in your crib ain’t no need to creep
sit right back and you’ll hear a tale
a tale of a fateful trip,
that started from this tropic port aboard this tiny ship
um...slip wait a minute think i better win it
saw a stretch hummer and i’m gonna get in it
it’s gilligan and castaways
ginger’s so hot i could master HEY!
next to me is mary ann
in front is the skipper and professor the man
low ridin’ we hit the strip
in bellagio fountains were take a dip
the P.O. they roll up say we better hold up
look i got a donut everybody go nut HEY!
um, ok like i flip the screen
running nude in a forest what the HEY!? i scream
it’s a wookie coming now for nookie
looking at me like i’m covered in cookie
han solo with a laser beam
steppin’ to my face like on tatooine
the princess leia tells me i’m a playa
punch me in the face she a man slaya’
luke yeah he shows up he a jedi with a bowl cut
mighty hutt killa’ use the force yoda wills ya’
(previous line not technically correct. Leia kills hutt)
um...to do almost anything
cept’ do a droid that would just be mean
darth vader and the emperor
united yeah they say i wasn’t meant for her
ooh, that leia looking fine in jabba’s laya
wish that i could OH! maybe another daya
and if you’re being vain she won’t hesitate to flay ya’
cause she’s handy with a chain & she never will obey ya’
chorus:
night rider let’s kit for a joy ride
leaving chips in the dust on the 505
macgyver making love with toothpick and a glove
i remember i remember the days
when i was just a kid and everything was ok
jessica rabbit tell me did you love me
discover like duchovny that scully you’re so lovely
whether we were ever meant to be
like bonnie and clide or thelma and louise
get back it’s the thunder cats
a care bear gets a hiccup peewee’s on crack
gargamel if you could just chill for a bit
call me big papa smurf is a socialist
april o’neil what’s the haps who you be with
i ain’t a ninja turtle but it’s you i want breed wit’
donatello you can stick it you’re WHAT? bow
leonardo he a pimp HEY! michelangel
now i’m waking up yeah i think i can see it
it’s a fictionary plain i leave behind but i don’t deem it
to be much more than childhood things
of the heroes in my mind and i remember the scenes
like riding on my BM -- X i retrieve them
memories of a time when we used to believe in
puffy paint shirts and jackets made of denim
funky hammer pants
side ponies they were screamin'
i remember i remember a time
when we were just kids nothing more to define
us than what we imagined we could be
before we occupied these cubicles -- we were truly free.