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Thursday, April 16, 2009

Dream Life Of Rand McNally by Jason Mraz

Who is he, Mr. Rand McNally? Who , who is he?
Well, I had a dream that mystery was me, now who else could I be?

'Cause I dreamed I went to England and met the Spice girls there for tea
They lost one more they're down from four to my favourite number three
But they're still quite spicy as the orange flavour
And oh so nice to do me the favour and lick my icing under the table now
But I gotta leave town Mr. Nally,
Just as scary spice was about to go down on me
And don't ask how Mr. Nally and give up the towel Mr. Nally and run

I dreamed I went to Singapore got bored and robbed a liquor store
What for? Nobody knows I only took a couple of Marlboros
Oh that was all they needed and the criminal was soon defeated
And now in jail I'm waiting for my punishment of caning
But I gotta think fast Mr. Nally,
Watch your ass, oh, say wake up and laugh Mr. Nally and run away

Better Mr run, Mr rand, Mr Mac, Mr. Nally
Mr run, Mr Ran, run and run away.
Better Mr run, Mr rand, Mr Mac, Mr. Nally
And run.

I had a chance to visit the north pole but it was way too cold to smoke
Oh my nose was freezing I sure could use some coughing and wheezing
So I tried it anyway and the place went up in flames
How was I suppose to know you could catch fire to the snow
Oh lord way to go Mr. Nally,
way to go, oh now you're melting the poles Mr Nally so run away.

I jumped ship in NYC then headed south to Washington DC
Didn't think I'd go there but played some shows there fancy lucky me
And it is really slow there with our new president on TV
Too many politicians and liberal Christians they're all set out for me
Oh my, cast your vote Mr. Nally,
castrate your vote, oh, say no you don't, Mr. Nally and run away

I thumbed a ride across the prairie, I got hitched in Vegas, yeah, I got married
To a lady who loved me she thought it's be funny to gamble all my money
And I got stranded without my clothes, a little bit of fear and loathing heart attack
I got chased by the rat pack once in a flashback, singing viva Las Vegas.
Singing viva Las Vegas, viva Las Vegas, viva Las Vegas

**Bass and Djembe Solo**

(Verse from The Remedy)
I saw fireworks from the freeway
And behind closed eyes I cannot make them go away
'Cause you were born on the fourth of july, freedom ring
Now something on the surface well it
I said something on the surface
Well it kind of makes me nervous
Who says that you deserve this
And what kind of god would serve this?
We will cure this dirty old disease
If you've got the poison I've got the remedy

lookin for a mellow fellow, like to roll
gettin paid, lay, so better lay low
schemin on hot water in the cold show
said-a low-co hoe, She'll be cut like an afro
said whatcha sayin hun?
she's a winner to you, but i know she's a loser
how do you know? me and the crew used to do her

Better Mr run, Mr rand, Mr Mac, Mr. Nally
Mr run, Mr man, you got the knack for the rally and run away.

I settled down in San Diego and smoked a joint with java Joe
And with a grin he took me in spilling coffee on his chin
And I played my show there, I met my bitches and ho's there
And with my holy ho they kindly let me shake my tail there
But one more thing before we go there's never been any place like this home
For once in a lifetime maybe I'd be foolish not to stay
I gotta get away, Mr Nally
running to play, say what can I say Mr Nally and run away
C'est, c'est c'est la vie
C'est c'est c'est la, la vie
C'est la vie


Berkatilah perhubungan kami =) ;
x 1:05 PM