Why don't you look at the price I'm paying?
Walk in, take a look inside
I've moved back the tables and chairs to the wall
The valuable things I've had to hideOpen up the red box
Come on, open it up
Open up the red box
Come on, open it upPeer in, looking for that crasher again
You ruined Terry's party last night
An overweight greasy little man with a mouth
That opens more than now and againOpen up the red box
Come on, open it up
Open up the red box
Come on, open it upSomething good must have happened to you
If you would let it happen to you
If you could let it happen to you
Something good would have happenedLopez, I hate you for the state you're in
Lopez, your hair, it washes out, it washes in
You mopey little fat boy, Lopez
Come on get lostOpen up the red box
Come on, open it up
Open up the red box
Come on, open it upSomething good must have happened to you
If you would let it happen to you
If you could let it happen to you
Something good would have happenedSomething good must have happened to you
If you would let it happen to you
If you could let it happen to you
Something good would have happenedI'm out of my head
I'm out of my head
I'm out of my head
I'm out of my head
I'm out of my head
Songwriters
HUCKNALL, MICHAEL JAMESPublished by
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC