The Floor Is Made Of Lava - Tango in My Tummy lyrics

I've been flashing bling and stuff since I left some college But tonight I'm packing shoulderpads and a woolly kinda turtleneck I carry cash in a bucket and a trumpet in my pocket Yeah, I got Paris on my mind and neo-neon patches over my eyes I don't care bout what you say but you ain't saying nothing You say you need a man with shoulderpads or every boy in college Your bottom's up and your face hits the can With tango in your stomach And I get Paris on my mind Cause I know that we're running short on time I'm a slave to the wage cause I can't pa** a bar I get in to get laid cause I don't drink and drive I'm a rat in a cage cause I can't find a bar I get drunk to get laid cause I figured it out