Chemo Limo

Intro: (2x) I had a dream- crispy, crispy Ben-jamin Franklin Came o-ver and baby-sat all four of my kids Then in my dream, I told the doctor off He said, “If you don’t want to do it, then you don’t have to do it” He said “The truth is, you’ll be okay anyway” Then, in my dream, crispy, crispy Ben- jamin Franklin and the doctor Went and had a talk with my boss Something about insurance policies They kept the door closed at all times I couldn’t hear or see When they came out, they said “You’ll be okay anyway” And I smiled ‘cause I’d known it all the while No thank you, no thank you, no thank you, no thank you I ain’t about to pay for this shit I can afford chemo like I can afford a limo And on any given day, I’d rather ride a limousine No thank you, no thank you, no thank you, no thank you I ain’t about to die like this I can afford chemo like I can afford a limo And besides, this shit is making me tired Is making me tired, is making me tired You know I plan to retire someday But mama gonna go out in style, go out in style This shit is making me tired Is making me tired, is making me tired Mama gonna go out in style, go out in style When I woke up, the kids were being quiet I knew it was a dream Right away I called the limousine company Then I got dressed, I dressed the kids as well The limousine pulled in and we piled in The driver, he asked which way we were headed I said “Sir, let’s just go west” and he listened obediently Sophie only wants to listen to radio BBC Michael sat on my knees and whispered to me all about the meanies Jacqueline was being such a big girl with her cup of tea Looking out of the window And Barbara, she looks just like my mom Oh my Barbara, she looks so much like my mom No thank you, no thank you, no thank you, no thank you I ain’t about to pay for this shit I can afford chemo like I can afford a limo And on any given day, I’d rather ride a limousine No thank you, no thank you, no thank you, no thank you I ain’t about to die like this I can afford chemo like I can afford a limo And besides, this shit is making me tired Is making me tired, is making me tired You know I plan to retire someday But mama gonna go out in style, go out in style This shit is making me tired Is making me tired, is making me tired Mama gonna go out in style, go out in style Style. Style. Style. Style. (2x) I had a dream- crispy, crispy Ben-jamin Franklin Came o-ver and baby-sat all four of my kids I had a dream- crispy, crispy Ben-jamin Franklin Came o-ver and baby-sat all four of my kids Sophie only wants to listen to radio BBC Michael sat on my knees and whispered to me all about the meanies Jacqueline was being such a big girl with her cup of tea Looking out of the window And Barbara, she looks just like my mom Oh my God, Barbara, she looks so much like my mom