Buck 65, John Southworth - BCC lyrics

BCC the ADD we don't have much time you see
BCC the ADD

BCC the ADD we live in a democracy
BCC the ADD

Once upon a time I was born without a mother
Covered in fuzz I was light as a feather
First day at school I was half way rancid
Friends from the city started
Calling me Francis
Copenhagen Brussels, Amsterdam cobra
Life ain't a game show get with the program
Bunched up munchkins playing with nunchucks
Under a dump-truck inside the lunch-box

BCC the ADD we don't have much time you see
BCC the ADD

BCC the ADD we live in a democracy
BCC the ADD

Words that rhyme and words that don't
The werewolf wears wool? Yo!
First of all there goes Christopher Cross
Tail gating taxi cab must have pissed him off
The right to love is such despair
Whatever you do - don't touch my hair
Fireworks for emphasis
When am I ever gonna get out of Memphis?
No time to be with my child
Because I'm still in Tennessee
No time to be with my boy
Because I'm still in Tennessee

BCC the ADD we don't have much time to see
BCC the ADD

Video killed the radio star
A ha ha ha ha ha ha bCC the ADD

BCC that to us bCC that to us
In time and space bar timing things

Fell down on the ground and now I'm all dirty

No time to be with my child
Because I'm still in Tennessee
No time to be with my boy
Because I'm still in 10cc

BCC the ADD we live in a democracy
BCC the ADD

Hot butter say what the popcorn bCC the ADD

Socks and underwear are in the top drawer

BCC the ADD

Hot butter say what the popcorn

BCC the ADD

Godmother sounds like what a fog-horn

BCC the AD dC

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