Not Over Till the Fat Lady Plays the Demo
Standing on the corner building
Seen the path
Looking at the corner streetlight, walking
And waiting for my brother to come roamin', then
Someone tapped me on my shoulder
A hundred and eighty degrees I did
Oh my, what? Oh oh
I didn't hesitate so I ran and I ran and I ran
And I ran and I tried to catch a cab for a minute and (cab driver, fuck you)
I ducked into an abandoned building
I heard big heavy breathing on my back
I turned a hundred and eighty degrees again and oh, oh
And, oh my God
Oh, I dashed and I dashed and I dashed and I skipped into the BK lounge
And I asked the lady if I could get a Whopper
She was facing, she was facing toward the back
And when she turned around, she stated
(Can I take your order?) Oh, Chrissie, looked over, once again
I dashed and I dashed and I dashed to my pad
The phone started ringing
But luckily my answering machine was on and with the quickness (hey, how ya doing?)
(Sorry you can't get through)
Yeah, saved by the ha, ha, ha
I went into the shower, oh my, I heard the holler
And I turne the water on and, and she was screaming who could it be?
What did she want from me? (Please, please listen to my demo)
What did she want from me? (Please listen to my demo)
What did she want from me? (Please listen to my demo)
(Please listen to my demo)
She was screaming and screaming (my demo)
And she had the tape In her hand (my demo)
But I knew what she wanted (my demo)
I knew what she wanted (my demo)
I knew what she wanted (my demo, my demo)
(And wit' your wrinkled pussy)
(I can't be your lover)