Judge Fudge Songtext

von Happy Mondays

Your little fish got wet
His money went to his dead
And his ass just dropped dead of exposure
Oh if there's anybody anywhere
Ever should have been a millionaire
Just for the fact that you die out there, it's him

I should have told ya
That the things that you love start you own ya
Just disagree
I shold have told ya
That the woman that you bop won't ya blow ya
She just blows me

She's out there wealthy, tripping, wearing white
Sending out those play me eyes
Stinking rich and stinking lies
Has no friends just alibis

I shoulda told ya
That the things that you love start to own ya
Just disagree
I shoulda told ya
That the woman that you bop won't ya blow ya
At least not for free

Got to be your best friend undressed
Got to have your money chest
Lock him up in the house at best
You just arrived there'll be no mess
He got what he wants so fuck the rest

I shoulda told ya
That the things that you love start you own ya
Go own and disagree
I shoulda told ya
That the woman that you bop won't ya blow ya
She just blows me
I shoulda told ya