Album: The Wedding Mixer
(lead vocals by Prince)
1, 2, 3, 4
Why you big, tossed-salad, hairdo-havin', long, tall, snaggly gold-toothed,
funkin' habit-formed, leather-wearin', beanpole-lookin', black
Shit! Oh! Somebody bring me a piece of chicken!
What what Tricky say? What Tricky say? Yakety-yak?
Yakety-yak My ass, motherfucker
Oh, gimme some horns
You can't fuck with that, look out!
We ain't gonna put no more instruments on this
We ain't got time We don't have ti What time is it?
It's time for you to It's time for you to retire
You're old, but wait, wait, wait!
Why you, and you?
You you old, Michelin Man, fat, black
Break now Yes!
When I look in the mirror I see your ugly face
I just wanna run, in front of
Wait, gimme some horns
Now you go You, you, wait, wait, wait
Let me wait You, you, you're just old
That's all I know, you're just old and you're fat
You know it too, don't you?
You know it, you're just fat and old
Hit me! Uh! Yes! Yes!
That's right, yes!
Johnny, Johnny!
Don't you wish you could get on TV? On the one!
My man, say: "Johnny, Johnny!"