Gimme, Gimme Songtext

von Low Pop Suicide

I want more money
I want more cash
I want a limo
My girlfriend can trash

I want a spaceship
And waterfall
Don't waste my time
If you can't gimme it all

Give me an ocean
I need the space
Nuclear warships
And Easter parades

Give me an army
Gimme a jet
Give me the doll
That eats and wets

I got the vision
I got the plan
Dress like a woman
And walk like a man

I get no feeling
The whole thing's a mess
Just gimme something
I can understand

Hey, hey, hey, hey
What's this capital crime?
How can you get it off

Sell your face
With half a mind
You can run this place

Educate me
I wanna be smart
Give me the front page
To leave my mark

Give me the chance
To prove myself
I'll pick the right brain
From the shelf

I got the vision
I got the plan
Dress like a boy
And you act like a man

I got no feelin'
It's all a mess
Just gimme somethin', baby
I'll confess

Hey, hey, hey, hey
What's this capital crime?
How can you get it all
If you won't buy?

I want more money
I want more cash
I need a limo
My girlfriend can trash

Gimme gimme, gimme gimme
Gimme gimme, gimme gimme
Gimme gimme, gimme gimme
Gimme gimme, gimme gimme

Mamma's little baby
Loves shortenin' shake now
I'm a little baby
Loves shortenin' bread
Mamma's little baby
Love's shortenin'