I had a dream
Crispy crispy Benjamin Franklin came over
Baby, sat all four of my kidsThen 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, anywayThen in my dream
Crispy crispy Benjamin Franklin and the doctor
Went and had a talk with my bossSomething about insurance policies
They kept the door closed at all times
I couldn't hear or seeWhen they came out they said
You'll be okay, anyway
And I smiled 'cause I'd known it all alongNo thank you, no thank you, no thank you, no thank you
I don't have to pay for this shit
I couldn't afford chemo like I couldn't afford a limo
And on any given day, I'd rather ride a limousineNo thank you, no thank you, no thank you, no thank you
I ain't about to to die like this
I couldn't afford chemo like I couldn't afford a limo
And besides this shit is making me tiredIt's making me tired
It's making me tired
You know I plan to retire some day
And I'm gonna go out in style
Go out in styleThis shit it's making me tired
It's making me tired
It's making me tired
I'ma gonna go out in style
Go out in styleWhen I woke up
My kids were being quiet
I knew it was a dream right away
I called the limousine companyThen I got dressed
I dressed the kids as well
The limousine pulled in
And we piled inThe 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 meaniesJacqueline 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 momNo thank you, no thank you, no thank you, no thank you
I don't have to pay for this shit
I couldn't afford chemo like I couldn't afford a limo
And on any given day, I'd rather ride a limousineNo thank you, no thank you, no thank you, no thank you
I ain't about to die like this
I couldn't afford chemo like I couldn't afford a limo
And besides this shit is making me tiredIt's making me tired
It's making me die
You know, I plan to retire some day
And I'm-a gonna go out in style
Go out in styleThis shit, it's making me tired
It's making me tired
It's making me tired
I'ma gonna go out in style
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Crispy crispy Benjamin Franklin came over and
Baby, sat all four of my kidsI had a dream
Crispy crispy Benjamin Franklin came over and
Baby, sat all four of my kidsSophie only want to tune us into radio BBC
Michael sat on my knees and whispered to me
All about the meanieJacqueline 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 momOh my God, Barbara
She looks so much just like my mom