Lyrics to Yr So Cool
You're so cool. You're so cool, yeah
I've got a hang up for you, now
(Hangover, Love)
And I wanna have your first baby
Well, goddamn, goddamn, back in Amsterdam
They ain't never heard a word about you, yeah
You're a fresh new thing. I think I like the ring
Of you and me together starting now until forever. C'mon
(Goin' to America to get my Greasy Baby)
Right
Once more, once more, I know you heard it before
But I think you're the toughest little thing in the world
With a cigarette danglin' a-from your lips
And a bullet belt tight around your hips, Lord
(Goin' to America to get my Greasy Baby)
Right
Swing low, sweet chariot, and pull me back up to the sky
You know I left the Great Empire searchin' out for your eyes
I've been all around the world
(Been all around the world)
And the seven seas
(And the seven seas)
I climbed the highest mountain
(I climbed the highest mountain)
Down to the deepest cave
(Down to the deepest cave)
I called your name
(Well, I called your name)
In all fifty states
(In all fifty states)
I said
(I said)
Has anyone seen my Greasy Baby? What'd I say?
(Goin' to America)
What for?
(To get my Greasy Baby)
Julius, what'd I say?
(Goin' to America)
What for?
(To get my Greasy Baby)
Julius, what'd I say?
(Goin' to America)
What for?
(To get my Greasy Baby)
Julius, what'd I say?
(Goin' to America)
Why? Why?
(To get my Greasy Baby)
To get my Greasy Baby right now
I bet, I bet little red corvette
Ain't cool enough for your ass, Princess
You put a monkeywrench into their limousine
And a switchblade in the pocket of your tight black jeans, yeah
I said I'm goin' to America
(To get my Greasy Baby)
Goin' to America
(To get my Greasy Baby)
Goin' to America
(To get my Greasy Baby)
Goin' to America
(To get my Greasy Baby)
I've got a hang up for you, now
(Hangover, Love)
And I wanna have your first baby
Well, goddamn, goddamn, back in Amsterdam
They ain't never heard a word about you, yeah
You're a fresh new thing. I think I like the ring
Of you and me together starting now until forever. C'mon
(Goin' to America to get my Greasy Baby)
Right
Once more, once more, I know you heard it before
But I think you're the toughest little thing in the world
With a cigarette danglin' a-from your lips
And a bullet belt tight around your hips, Lord
(Goin' to America to get my Greasy Baby)
Right
Swing low, sweet chariot, and pull me back up to the sky
You know I left the Great Empire searchin' out for your eyes
I've been all around the world
(Been all around the world)
And the seven seas
(And the seven seas)
I climbed the highest mountain
(I climbed the highest mountain)
Down to the deepest cave
(Down to the deepest cave)
I called your name
(Well, I called your name)
In all fifty states
(In all fifty states)
I said
(I said)
Has anyone seen my Greasy Baby? What'd I say?
(Goin' to America)
What for?
(To get my Greasy Baby)
Julius, what'd I say?
(Goin' to America)
What for?
(To get my Greasy Baby)
Julius, what'd I say?
(Goin' to America)
What for?
(To get my Greasy Baby)
Julius, what'd I say?
(Goin' to America)
Why? Why?
(To get my Greasy Baby)
To get my Greasy Baby right now
I bet, I bet little red corvette
Ain't cool enough for your ass, Princess
You put a monkeywrench into their limousine
And a switchblade in the pocket of your tight black jeans, yeah
I said I'm goin' to America
(To get my Greasy Baby)
Goin' to America
(To get my Greasy Baby)
Goin' to America
(To get my Greasy Baby)
Goin' to America
(To get my Greasy Baby)
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