[chorus]
Wanna see ya sittin on my belly.
Wanna give ya all o my jelly.
You’re the town, I’m the big city.
Wanna get kinky like a slinky.
T: Yo, I’m like candy. I’m now and later. I’m sugar coated.
I’m loaded like a 357 Magnum,
Give you the center of my attention.
Yo, do you got some blow? I’m like Flo
Henderson, I got to enhance the cash flow
I gots mo melody than Don Ho and his tiny bubbles.
Unlike like the space Hubble.
My circuits are aligned fine, right on time.
Realign your orientation. We’re gonna start the Pleasure Nation.
J: Ask any question. I am the answer,
The pleaser, the pleasure seeker.
I freak the deeker, soft-spoken, but I got a loud speaker.
A lot like Julius Caesar cos I’m a romancer.
I’m Prancer and Cupid and Blitzen. I’m the candyman.
I’m Raggedy Andy. You’re Raggedy Ann.
I got so much space and no time on prime-time, and that’s a crime
Cos I’m the prime minister here to deliver my rhetorical retribution,
Offer a historical contribution, to institute and institution called
The Pleasure Nation.
T: I’m like Hell-raiser four, got more fire than the thirty-third floor
Of the Towering Inferno. I’m lava flowin.
I’m not Spock, but I got a little Vulcan to live long and prosper.
I’m a jaywalker walkin cross the lines.
I’m Duncan Hines. You’re Betty Crocker. I’m a dunkin doctor.
And I’m here to climb ya like the Himalayas.
The Dalai, the Lama, the Kama, the Sutra.
I’m a Cayman and I’m comin to ya
Like Waymon Tisdale, a late first round draft pick.
I don’t know how to score, but I got a bag of tricks
Cos my recreation is the procreation and the consummation
Of a little thing we call the Pleasure Nation.
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