Well now the underground
and overjoyed they come on just the same
Don't wanna get too real man,
just wanna play the game
I guess ya knew it all along
we were just singing in the rain
Can't get hipped to the down
trip, the ship is sailing yet
And if it sinks, you know
that all you really get is wet!
Move over Ms. L.
You know I wish you well
Move over Ms. L. you know
I wish you well
Move over Ms. L.
Well now to err is something
human and forgiving so divine
I'll forgive your trespasses,
if you forgive me mine
Life's a deal, you knew it,
when you signed the dotted line
They nail you to the paper,
put a rope around your neck
And so we sing along, the
boy stood on the burning deck!
Move over Ms. L.
You know I wish you well
Move over Ms. L. you know
I wish you well
Move over Ms. L.
Well now momma poppa told me
son you better watch your head
Your head is fulla snakes
boy, you're better red than dead
They're starving back in China,
that's what they always said!
Can't get head in the head
shop, yer jeans are fulla crap
You're full of beans, you're
in your teens, you lost your momma's road map!
Move over Ms. L.
You know I wish you well
Move over Ms. L. you know
I wish you well
Move over Ms. L.
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