(TUNE: “Your Mama Don’t Dance”, Loggins & Messina)
CHORUS:
My lackey can’t rap and my robots ain’t got no soul!
No, my lackey can’t rap and my robots ain’t got no soul!
The cracker in a dress,
He made my work a mess,
‘Cause as a whole … they got no soul!
My army’s wound up and they’re ready to be moving on!
Their bodies work fine, but the funkadelic soul is gone!
“Word to your maternal
Parent” is a burn, I’ll
Stifle a yawn! The soul is gone!
And I gotta say (repeat CHORUS)
See my Archimedes, flying through the air …
Shoulda fed him Wheaties, man, he talks so square!
Crazy dreams I’m having through the whole night long,
Crazy-ass whitey
In a nightie
Singin’ Celine Dion!
What a loon!
He’s making me croon
Madonna tunes!
And I gotta say (repeat CHORUS)
So it goes both ways. Iiinteresting.
*checks*
Yeah, three i’s is about right. Maybe a little more, but I don’t want to get into fractionals.
Pinteresting?
Pi is a little more than 3…
(TUNE: “Your Mama Don’t Dance”, Loggins & Messina)
CHORUS:
My lackey can’t rap and my robots ain’t got no soul!
No, my lackey can’t rap and my robots ain’t got no soul!
The cracker in a dress,
He made my work a mess,
‘Cause as a whole … they got no soul!
My army’s wound up and they’re ready to be moving on!
Their bodies work fine, but the funkadelic soul is gone!
“Word to your maternal
Parent” is a burn, I’ll
Stifle a yawn! The soul is gone!
And I gotta say (repeat CHORUS)
See my Archimedes, flying through the air …
Shoulda fed him Wheaties, man, he talks so square!
Crazy dreams I’m having through the whole night long,
Crazy-ass whitey
In a nightie
Singin’ Celine Dion!
What a loon!
He’s making me croon
Madonna tunes!
And I gotta say (repeat CHORUS)