This is a bullet from a gun called "what the fuck?"

If i was standing in your shoes i'd throw my hands straight up

And start explaining at the speed of light, not sound

How the words get some coffee came to mean get down

And all the kings horses and all the kings yen

Couldn't stop the abracadabra that invites these men

And all the alleyways in amsterdam could not compete

Against the wall street speed with which you leave your feet



Oh yes, this song is a joke

Funny like our house going up in smoke

Funny like the bomb between my teeth when we kiss

You pulled out the pin with your own sweet lips

Everytime the phone rings you get there first

And when the pizza man comes you always run for your purse

Now i'm the son of a banker, i know just what the deal is

If you wrote it out in braille, i wouldn't even have to feel it

Oh yes, this song is a joke

Funny like our house going up in smoke