Chemo Limo

I had a dream
Crispy, crispy Benjamin Franklin came over and
Babysat 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 Benjamin 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 couldn't 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 couldn't afford a limo
And besides, this shit is making me tired
It's making me tired, it's making me tired

You know I plan to retire some day
But mama gonna go out in style, go out in style
This shit is making me tired
It's making me tired, it's 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 doctor, 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 couldn't 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 couldn't afford a limo
And besides, this shit is making me tired
It's making me tired, it's making me tired

You know I plan to retire some day
But mama gonna go out in style, go out in style
This shit is making me tired
It's making me tired, it's making me tired
Mama gonna go out in style, go out in style
Style, style, style, style
Style, style, style, style

I had a dream
Crispy, crispy Benjamin Franklin came over and
Babysat all four of my kids
I had a dream
Crispy, crispy Benjamin Franklin came over and
Babysat 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
Oh, my Barbara, she looks so much like my mom