Lyrics to Quiz Show Spy Intro (feat. Black Sebabbitt)
Ah, bright new day
Think I'll have a cup'a coffee (aaah)
There's nothin' like a cup'a mud to get ya goin' in the...Say
I don't think I recognize that fella over there
Why's he lookin' at me? (hmm)
Fine day, isn't it, friend? (hmm)
'cuse me, sir, did you hear the latest Eddie Fish{er} album? (yeah)
I'm going'a call Red
Ah, hello, Red, boy, yeah
Say, the other morning I was feeling a little bit bedraggled
Felt like a wet fish rag, walkin' down the street
People were comin' up to me sayin, "You don't have that normal stride that you normally do."
That's why we call it normal.
You seem abnormal today, Red
What's the matter?
You know, Red,
You 'n me've been pals a lot time, right?
Well, Red, this is kinda hard ta say
but there's something about the way you,
well, I don't know what it is, Red
There's is some sorta way I just can't read ya anymore, buddy
Can't read ya like a book.
Read ya like I once could
What is it Red?
Is it a problem with a gal?
Has your draft card come up?
What's the matter?
Do your T-Rations no longer serve your purpose?
What's your purpose in life, Red?
You want to know more and more and more.
Red, knowledge isn't the answer
You can know every little bit of trivia in the book
Why, you can even go on a quiz show and flaunt it
But that's not gonna really tell you about the truth in life
The truth in life, friend, is found in one place, and one place only
That's the El Gonquin
Where they serve martini's from 5 to 7 for 50 cents a piece.
50 cents a pop, and you're feelin' swell
Bring a gal with ya, and you get her in for free
Walk out with out her, and it's twenty-three ska-doo for all of us there, Red
Ah-ha-ha
Think I'll have a cup'a coffee (aaah)
There's nothin' like a cup'a mud to get ya goin' in the...Say
I don't think I recognize that fella over there
Why's he lookin' at me? (hmm)
Fine day, isn't it, friend? (hmm)
'cuse me, sir, did you hear the latest Eddie Fish{er} album? (yeah)
I'm going'a call Red
Ah, hello, Red, boy, yeah
Say, the other morning I was feeling a little bit bedraggled
Felt like a wet fish rag, walkin' down the street
People were comin' up to me sayin, "You don't have that normal stride that you normally do."
That's why we call it normal.
You seem abnormal today, Red
What's the matter?
You know, Red,
You 'n me've been pals a lot time, right?
Well, Red, this is kinda hard ta say
but there's something about the way you,
well, I don't know what it is, Red
There's is some sorta way I just can't read ya anymore, buddy
Can't read ya like a book.
Read ya like I once could
What is it Red?
Is it a problem with a gal?
Has your draft card come up?
What's the matter?
Do your T-Rations no longer serve your purpose?
What's your purpose in life, Red?
You want to know more and more and more.
Red, knowledge isn't the answer
You can know every little bit of trivia in the book
Why, you can even go on a quiz show and flaunt it
But that's not gonna really tell you about the truth in life
The truth in life, friend, is found in one place, and one place only
That's the El Gonquin
Where they serve martini's from 5 to 7 for 50 cents a piece.
50 cents a pop, and you're feelin' swell
Bring a gal with ya, and you get her in for free
Walk out with out her, and it's twenty-three ska-doo for all of us there, Red
Ah-ha-ha
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