[Chorus: ] Well just slow down, come on Lupe Brown Tell Desdemona that I'm ready to leave Well she's nothing much to look at and she's hard to believe Don't go down, throw you're arms around Every little psycho that you happen to see Well you meant everything to them but you meant nothing to me Well you're girlfriend made me itch And though I'll keep you in mind I would be happy to switch I don't know where you got that voice But I would sell it to London, if you gave me the choice Check those old clothes and those red bows Though you're a scrawny pup, I would be happy just to cheer you up, oh yes, oh [Chorus: ] You got nothing I wish to steal 'Cause I got nothing to give you on account of Lucille She don't walk like a cripple should Well she's Colombia's finest oh, she's better than good, oh Wednesday's DJ's came in side ways Yelling for the mother of the sister of the sister and the brother of Orla, the tease