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Intro

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I had a dream- crispy, crispy Ben-jamin Franklin

 Came o-ver and baby-sat all four of my kids

Then in my dream, I told the doctor off

 He said, “If you don’t want to do it, then you don’t have to do it”

 He said “The truth is, you’ll be okay anyway”

Then, in my dream, crispy, crispy Ben- jamin Franklin and the doctor

 Went and had a talk with my boss

Something about insurance policies

 They kept the door closed at all times

 I couldn’t hear or see

 When they came out, they said “You’ll be okay anyway”

 And I smiled ‘cause I’d known it all the while

 No thank you, no thank you, no thank you, no thank you

I ain’t about to pay for this shit

 I can afford chemo like I can afford a limo

 And on any given day, I’d rather ride a limousine

 No thank you, no thank you, no thank you, no thank you

I ain’t about to die like this

 I can afford chemo like I can afford a limo

 And besides, this shit is making me tired

 Is making me tired, is making me tired

 You know I plan to retire someday

 But mama gonna go out in style, go out in style

 This shit is making me tired

 Is making me tired, is making me tired

 Mama gonna go out in style, go out in style

When I woke up, the kids were being quiet

 I knew it was a dream

 Right away I called the limousine company

Then I got dressed, I dressed the kids as well

 The limousine pulled in and we piled in

 The driver, he asked which way we were headed

 I said “Sir, let’s just go west” and he listened obediently

Sophie only wants to listen to radio BBC

Michael sat on my knees and whispered to me all about the meanies

Jacqueline was being such a big girl with her cup of tea

Looking out of the window

 And Barbara, she looks just like my mom

 Oh my Barbara, she looks so much like my mom

 No thank you, no thank you, no thank you, no thank you

I ain’t about to pay for this shit

 I can afford chemo like I can afford a limo

 And on any given day, I’d rather ride a limousine

 No thank you, no thank you, no thank you, no thank you

I ain’t about to die like this

 I can afford chemo like I can afford a limo

 And besides, this shit is making me tired

 Is making me tired, is making me tired

 You know I plan to retire someday

 But mama gonna go out in style, go out in style

 This shit is making me tired

 Is making me tired, is making me tired

 Mama gonna go out in style, go out in style

Style. Style. Style. Style.

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I had a dream- crispy, crispy Ben-jamin Franklin

Came o-ver and baby-sat all four of my kids

I had a dream- crispy, crispy Ben-jamin Franklin

 Came o-ver and baby-sat all four of my kids

Sophie only wants to listen to radio BBC

Michael sat on my knees and whispered to me all about the meanies

Jacqueline was being such a big girl with her cup of tea

Looking out of the window

 And Barbara, she looks just like my mom

 Oh my God, Barbara, she looks so much like my mom