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My Name is Hiro I am 51
Since 1980 life has been no fun
And I don't want to die
I left my family for the secretary
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Her name is Yuko she is 22
She and my daughter were best friends in High School
They say I'm crazy and it's temporary
But I refuse to rot like my contemporaries
I wanna explode
In a Karaoke Supernova
I don't wanna grow old
Won't you let me, Won't you let me explode?
I don't wanna grow old
Won't you let me, Won't you let me explo-o-ode?
In a Karaoke Supernova, yeah
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Last night she dressed me up in hip-hop pants
The phat g-style that rides below your ass
She wants to show me to her mom and dad
I told her I would not be down with that
'Cause lately I can feel the years between us
And hope to God that friends at work don't see us
Tonight she asked me if I've ever seen Jesus
'Cause she had backstage passes for three of us
I don't wanna grow old
Won't you let me, Won't you let me explode?
I don't wanna grow old
Won't you let me, Won't you let me explo-o-ode?
In a Karaoke Supernova, yeah
So now she's gone and broke my heart goddamn her
Turns out she's been fucking this drum programmer
She likes his style, she likes his rock start glamour
Well she's an infant, he can damn well have her!
I don't wanna grow old
Won't you let me, Won't you let me explode
I don't wanna grow old
Won't you let me, Won't you let me explode
I don't wanna grow old
Won't you let me, Won't you let me explode
I don't wanna grow old
Won't you let me, Won't you let me explode
In a Karaoke Supernova
Shouted in outro:
Alright, alright bring the saxes in.
That's good, keep it up
OK some more on the drums... bring in the tambourine!
Yeah, shit yeah!
More shit!
C'mon bring in some more shit!
Baby c'mon!
Alright!
It's all, it's all, it's all, it's all, it's all, it's all me baby! C'mon!
Yeah!
Since 1980 life has been no fun
And I don't want to die
I left my family for the secretary
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Her name is Yuko she is 22
She and my daughter were best friends in High School
They say I'm crazy and it's temporary
But I refuse to rot like my contemporaries
I wanna explode
In a Karaoke Supernova
I don't wanna grow old
Won't you let me, Won't you let me explode?
I don't wanna grow old
Won't you let me, Won't you let me explo-o-ode?
In a Karaoke Supernova, yeah
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Last night she dressed me up in hip-hop pants
The phat g-style that rides below your ass
She wants to show me to her mom and dad
I told her I would not be down with that
'Cause lately I can feel the years between us
And hope to God that friends at work don't see us
Tonight she asked me if I've ever seen Jesus
'Cause she had backstage passes for three of us
I don't wanna grow old
Won't you let me, Won't you let me explode?
I don't wanna grow old
Won't you let me, Won't you let me explo-o-ode?
In a Karaoke Supernova, yeah
So now she's gone and broke my heart goddamn her
Turns out she's been fucking this drum programmer
She likes his style, she likes his rock start glamour
Well she's an infant, he can damn well have her!
I don't wanna grow old
Won't you let me, Won't you let me explode
I don't wanna grow old
Won't you let me, Won't you let me explode
I don't wanna grow old
Won't you let me, Won't you let me explode
I don't wanna grow old
Won't you let me, Won't you let me explode
In a Karaoke Supernova
Shouted in outro:
Alright, alright bring the saxes in.
That's good, keep it up
OK some more on the drums... bring in the tambourine!
Yeah, shit yeah!
More shit!
C'mon bring in some more shit!
Baby c'mon!
Alright!
It's all, it's all, it's all, it's all, it's all, it's all me baby! C'mon!
Yeah!
Lyrics submitted by ang
Track duration: 03:36
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oh, and wrapid, no he didn't. have you ever _listened_ to ben? since when does he use synthesizers? other than the little drum fill in this song (which serves a text painting purpose that carlo gesualdo would be envious of) and his work with majosha, he uses real instruments. he won't even use keyboards (unless it's fear of pop or some shatner junk, which doesn't count).
This song cracks me up, but it is no "Secret Life of Morgan Davis." That just kills me.
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