by Tod Burros
To the tune of:
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"No Sleep Till Brooklyn" by The Beastie Boys |
Foot on the pedal from 6am till late after 11
Engine runnin' hotter than a boiling kettle
My job ain't a job it's 24-7
Work or witness I'm running all the time
One location vanning round the nation
Cobu brothers never get a vacation
Stewart pointing the finger no firm foundation
I do what I do without rest because I am young and foolish
Stew ain't fakin' our money he be takin'
He's in Princeton watching all the sisters shakin'
While you're slavin' on the rugs 7-9(pm)
Stew's in the darkroom kickin' it live
NO SLEEP IN COBU!
NO SLEEP IN COBU!
When they told me 'bout salvation
Sounded to me, like a blessing
Sins forgiven, no messing
But since I moved in, my mind's been distressing
Left behind my parents
Barely left them a message
When they see me, they be freaking
They don't believe God is what I am seeking
Eyes so tired
Always perspiring
Want a relationship, but I'm too tired
Can't do it in unless Stew is acquiescing
Marry in the dark, sounds so depressing
When I think about it, I see evil coalescing
NO SLEEP IN COBU!
NO SLEEP IN COBU!