Friday, March 6, 2009

Mister Jones and the bananas.

I went down to a party
and they told me to forget
about my last fucking boyfriend
'cause they knew a new kind of man.

That kind of guy they told me
made my eyes turn shining bright.
If I tell you, you won't believe
but yes, he had a huge and yellow car.

He has a playstation.
(yes, he does)
He loves ghostbusters.
(yes, he does)
he is pretty, pretty kind.
(tcha tcha tcha tcha)
But sorry, he's already mine.

Say hello to Mister Jones,
he's a really, really, really neat man.
Say hello to Mister Jones,
Ok, I'll let you shake his hand.

2005.

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