suicide’s in style for your 1990′s smile,
so happy once all the while,
but you flipped the switch, bitch
so naturally I’ll see your moneymaker,
shaking ’round the dial,
and your coupon’s saying, “this is your last chance!”
I wanna know how the birds and bees do fly?
oh how ya get to be so fly?
I wanna know why?
you do the lindy hop,
around every word you drop
hey, ain’t it funny boy
you ran up on me with a gun and stole the honey, c’mon
they got strut but not the sweat
they got the sweat but not the soul,
and there’s a line cook half dead sleeping on the floor,
and the bumble bee buzz through aryan walls
who dun the lindy hop?
they do the lindy hop and switch around and stop.
Lyrics submitted by dudeabides