Intro (Bm) (G) (A) (Bm)
Bm
Cool as a rule you don't learn in no school,
G
You can't brown-nose the teacher from a dunce hat stool.
A
It's the hum and the rhythm, the birds and the bees,
Bm
The mommas and the poppas and the monkeys in the trees.
Brothers and the sisters living life on the street,
Play the hunch, pull the punch, you'll never get beat
By the junk food tattooed white dude true blued
Honky with an attitude coming unglued.
G A Bm
Fate's right hand.....I don't understand at all.
Billy loves women like a junky loves dope,
Give him just enough rope, the monkeys gonna choke.
She's a Bill Blass combo maxed out mambo,
D.K.N.Y. caught him in a lie.
Ken Starr word man, we're talking absurd,
Spending forty million dollars just to give the man the bird.
He's a king, she's a queen, the rap won't stick,
Get it on with a rubber and you won't get sick.
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G A Bm
Fate's right hand.....I don't understand at all.
Red rum, dot com, dim sum, smart bombs,
Double cappuccino and a heart like a tom tom.
Ozone long gone, that's it, I quit,
Natural inclination says enough of this.
Brat pack, black jack, heart attack crack,
We need another news channel like a hole in the back.
There's a 187 on the 405,
We all go to heaven on a hard disk drive.
G A Bm
Fate's right hand.....I don't understand at all.
Instrumental Bm G A Bm (4x)
Hard rain, fish seine, hurricane Jane,
Don't forget about Carla when you're talkin' about the poontang.
Slow song on the bone rec hall dance,
(Double date Debbie with a pole in my pants.
First comes love like it always did,
Or we wouldn't be talkin' bout The Houston kid.
Po-dunk, piss-chunk, old dead skunk drunk,
Trot-line Freddy's got his dogs in the trunk.
G A Bm
Fate's right hand.....I don't understand at all. (2x)
Outro Bm G A Bm (2x)
