Hey you, I’ve got a blank check that’s due
I’m trading in my two weeks to get my fifty two
Will do, and you’ll be holding the bag
Everyone sees through the dog that you wag
I got the wind at my back
Gotta dollar fifty two and a buck or two’ll do
Just in case you think it wouldn’t track
We’re a bunch a bad news
Check out the vans from the news crews

Ooh woo, Gonna feel the breeze of slack yeah
Ooh woo, Gonna dress up all in black
Yeah, gonna find the devil's food and get myself a snack
I'm all done with all the flack, yeah
My back is monkey free and I've been finding all your clues
Gonna find myself a smoke so low I go solo to cruise

I don't wantcha back
I'll let you front instead
And it's all inside your head
You go fixin unbroken things until you kill them dead
I got some news, what goes inside the bread.
I got this sinking feeling about the last thing that you said
It's all about the tread
Struttin like a penguin but the last of them have fled

Could this be a coupe?
It's kookoo

Hey now, watch the clock
Time's slippin through and now it's fifty-two o'clock
Hey now, we're still in shock
We were born inside the store,
But we're runnin out of stock
So take the golden goose
Make it walk, untie the noose
We're gonna take a ride tonight to anywhere we choose
Get on my side, of the sidewalk
Don't you see you're killing me because you're lined with chalk?

You're scratchin your head
You just don't know what to do
Get inside my pick-up, it's the cards of 52
What's inside the bread?
You know it's all inside your head
You go fixin unbroken things until you kill them dead