MC Chris - Secret Song lyrics
[MC Chris - Secret Song lyrics]
"It's show time!"
I’m deadly pale, bad breath, bad teeth
Hate the sand and the sun
Never see me at the beach
I'll stick with goth chicks
Transfixed on death
That wear black britches I
Insist on nice breasts i sleep in a grave
Lived through the Black Plague
Actually that's my fault
But don’t Wiki that 'kay?
Green hair downstairs, boogers, farts
And phlegm that's my stock in trade
See me startin trends
Black and white striped suit
Or a blood-red tux
Got jack on my hand, in Japan it's a must
I can change shapes, do pranks, and disguises
Bio-exorcist, I'm the best in a crisis
Parents wanted me to clean up like my brother
Boss used to say I didn't
Work well with others
Now I'm independent and my
Methods are effective
Say my name three times if
You want to get connected
Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, one, two, three
I like a little lady named Lydia Deetz
Her demeanor is depressed, I confess
That's sweet
Don’t try to deny, she’s my bride-to-be
Hey K-Mart shoppers
There's a sale on my services
I’m here to help there's no
Need for your nervousness
I'll eat what you wanna eat
Swallow what you say
Relieve you of the living that
Are ruining your day
Have you read the handbook
For the recently deceased?
It's too thick, like my dick
When I think of little Deetz
She’s the key to my release
From this model existence
Coffin lining's confining and I
Want out this instant
Me and the Dragster of Doom
We're the baddest of dudes
We hit the Inferno Room where
The ladies get nude
But we're eternally screwed
So I become a bridegroom
And get little Lydia to lip-sync an "I do"
I must move the Maitlands out of my way
Give 'em zipper lips
Pitch a plate on their face
Say "Hello" to hammer hands
Say "Goodbye" to Goulet
Then off to F-L-A, where my review drew raves
Shrimp-glove faceplant, we like cassettes
Not 8 track clown face, much like
The ones you see in "Dark Knight"
Being dead, kinda sucks
The afterlife's no fun to us
I'm the name that people trust
The juice that comes from beetle guts
Ah well, I attended Julliard
I'm a graduate of the Harvard business school
I travel quite extensively
I lived through the Black Plague and had
A pretty good time during that
I've seen The Exorcist about a
Hundred and sixty-seven times
And it keeps getting funnier every
Single time I see it!
B-b-b-b-Beetlejuice "The fun has just begun"
I’m deadly pale, bad breath, bad teeth
Hate the sand and the sun
Never see me at the beach
I'll stick with goth chicks
Transfixed on death
That wear black britches I
Insist on nice breasts i sleep in a grave
Lived through the Black Plague
Actually that's my fault
But don’t Wiki that 'kay?
Green hair downstairs, boogers, farts
And phlegm that's my stock in trade
See me startin trends
Black and white striped suit
Or a blood-red tux
Got jack on my hand, in Japan it's a must
I can change shapes, do pranks, and disguises
Bio-exorcist, I'm the best in a crisis
Parents wanted me to clean up like my brother
Boss used to say I didn't
Work well with others
Now I'm independent and my
Methods are effective
Say my name three times if
You want to get connected
Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, one, two, three
I like a little lady named Lydia Deetz
Her demeanor is depressed, I confess
That's sweet
Don’t try to deny, she’s my bride-to-be
Hey K-Mart shoppers
There's a sale on my services
I’m here to help there's no
Need for your nervousness
I'll eat what you wanna eat
Swallow what you say
Relieve you of the living that
Are ruining your day
Have you read the handbook
For the recently deceased?
It's too thick, like my dick
When I think of little Deetz
She’s the key to my release
From this model existence
Coffin lining's confining and I
Want out this instant
Me and the Dragster of Doom
We're the baddest of dudes
We hit the Inferno Room where
The ladies get nude
But we're eternally screwed
So I become a bridegroom
And get little Lydia to lip-sync an "I do"
I must move the Maitlands out of my way
Give 'em zipper lips
Pitch a plate on their face
Say "Hello" to hammer hands
Say "Goodbye" to Goulet
Then off to F-L-A, where my review drew raves
Shrimp-glove faceplant, we like cassettes
Not 8 track clown face, much like
The ones you see in "Dark Knight"
Being dead, kinda sucks
The afterlife's no fun to us
I'm the name that people trust
The juice that comes from beetle guts
Ah well, I attended Julliard
I'm a graduate of the Harvard business school
I travel quite extensively
I lived through the Black Plague and had
A pretty good time during that
I've seen The Exorcist about a
Hundred and sixty-seven times
And it keeps getting funnier every
Single time I see it!
B-b-b-b-Beetlejuice "The fun has just begun"