Hey jim
A knife,a fork,a bottle and a cork
Thats the way you spell new york...right on
No matter what I feed my guests
They always like my kitchen the best
Cause I got a whole lotta
Cocaine running around in my brain
Man o man o man I gotta be on the run
Cause I gotta meet that setting sun
I gotta whole lotta
Cocaine running around in my brain
Writer(s): James D. Gass, Robin Alan Thicke
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