M.C. Frontalot - Socks On lyrics

Now the beach scene isn't what it used to be: No constellation at the belly but they got the machine To make ‘em come off / come on. Come one, come all! There's a transformation of your station involved Used to have to been born with it, now you take it to go Meanwhile, the machinist keeps on raking the gold Got sold the power struggle, purchase the peace At the end y'all are too broke. You're spent but you're free [Hook - Katrina Dideriksen] Here's a new trick, Mr. Knox, Socks on Chicks! Chicks on Fox! Put an egg to your grease hole if the color is green Don't even tell me you don't like it; you have yet to see The varietals of mount, conveyance, and steed Tell you, that bacon don't look rancid to me Now flee from the Flit cloud: I get loud and spray spittle Private Snafu picked the clap up in the middle Of the Orient, brought it home to twist Came back to what street? To think, I witnessed [Hook] I don't do book reports. I don't sort the wheat from the chaff But I'll discuss the topic of your ignorance if I'm asked In fast-moving chastisements: your stature is slight In years as in intellect, subjects you to plight And hindrance should you want to walk among adults You protest vociferously: not your fault You're like, “Who? I didn't hear about the rhyme sheet!” But come on kid, it ain't that late yet, learn to read [Hook]