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| Sympathy For The Wacko One of The Rolling Stones best songs, was Sympathy for the Devil, from their Beggar's Banquet album. Nowadays, we have a modern devil running loose, so maybe we should have a little Sympathy for the Wacko. Sympathy for the Wacko Please allow me to introduce myself, I'm a man of wealth and waste, I've been around for a long, long time, Stole many a fan's cash and faith. And I was 'round when Motown found, My brothers and me on the stage. Made damn sure that my brothers, Didn't get most of my fame. Pleased to meet you, Hope you guess my game. But what's puzzling you, Is how my fame all fell to shame. I stuck around the Jackson Five, Til I saw it was a time for a change. Walked away from my family, Cost my brothers all their fame. I played the game, Was the King of Pop, Made a ton of cash, I was on the top. Pleased to meet you, Hope you guess my game, yee hah. Ah, what's puzzling you, Is how my fame all fell to shame, yee hah. I watched with glee, While my crazy fans, Treated me like God, Kissed the ground I trod. They let me have, All their little boys, I gave them wine, And some porn and toys. Let me please introduce myself, I'm a man of wealth and waste, Get my thrill from little boys, Then send their families to Bombay. Pleased to meet you, Hope you guessed my game, yee hah, But what's puzzling you Is how my fame all fell to shame, yee hah, Get down, Rubba. Pleased to meet you, Hope you guessed my game, yee hah, But what's confusing you, Is how my fame all fell to shame. Just as every cop is out to get me, And the fans think I'm a saint. As heads is tails, Just call me Wacko Jack, The Law should put me in restraints. So if you meet me, Have some courtesy, Have some sympathy, and some taste. I used to be the King of Pop, But I've laid it all to waste, yee hah. Pleased to meet you Hope you guessed my game, yee hah But what's puzzling you Is how my fame all fell to shame, Oooh Rubba, get down, Yee hah, Oh Rubba, get on down, Oh yeah, Oh yeah! Tell me Rubba, what's my game, Tell me Rubba, can ya guess my game. Tell me Rubba, what's my game. I tell you one time, I'm to blame. Yee hah, yee hah, yee hah, yee hah, Yee hah, yee hah, hah, hah, hah, hah. Oh, Rubba, what's my game, Tell me, Rubba, what's my game, Tell me, Rubba, what's my game. Yee hah, yee hah, yee hah, yee hah, Yee hah, yee hah, hah, hah, hah, hah. Oh Yeah! By PTown33636 |
| I'm Up To Nothing Good Woke up this mornin', it's no crime, Prince let's me do it, he don't mind. Last night I bought a new boy in the neighborhood. Somethin' tells me I'm up to nothin' good. Somethin' tells me I'm up to nothin' good. He's the kind of boy I like to try, And it don't matter if I make him cry. 'Cause here in Bahrain, I can do what I would. Here in Bahrain I can do what I would. Somethin' tells me I'm up to nothin' good. Somethin' tells me I'm up to nothin' good. I can go to Duboys for a slave or two, And no moms to sue me for the things I do. Doin' all the pervy things I love, It's everything I've been dreamin' of. It's everything I've been dreamin' of. I took him home, like I'm Peter Pan, I can do what I want, cause I'm not a man. My friend the prince is cool, 'cause he said that I could. My friend the prince, well he told me I could. Somethin' tells me I'm up to nothin' good. Somethin' tells me I'm up to nothin' good. I took him home, here it is not banned, Do things America just cannot stand. I'll get freaky as I want, 'cause the prince said I could. Get my freak on, 'cause the prince said I could. Somethin' tells me I'm up to nothin' good. Somethin' tells me I'm up to nothin' good. Somethin' tells me I'm up to nothin' good. To nothin' good, oh yeah, nothin' good. Somethin' tells me I'm up to nothin' good. To nothin' good, oh yeah, nothin' good. Written by PTown33636 |
