Текст песни Sudden Death - Ozzman
Sudden Death - Ozzman слова песни
{*a parody of Sir Mix-A-Lot`s song "Iron Man"*}You can come and see my band, as I commandHeavy metal rhythms from a middle aged manSmack my doggies when they crap on the rugBut then I feel bad because I love that pugFor years I`ve peddled, hard rock metalGot a dozen lawsuits but I`m hoping to settleI go on tour, the fans want moreI love to throw things at the people next doorI got kids showing up at all hours of the nightCan`t stand it but I handle it and try to be politeGettin` old before my time thanks to Kelly and JackArthritis in my knee and a crick in my backNow I`m back on the scene `though some find it obsceneI`ll be rockin` like this till I rupture a spleenA lot of dummies get money in a sound-alike bandBut nothing there can compare to the true OzzmanI hold the record in Guinness for bat heads finishedI`m finding new ways to mutilate the Queen`s EnglishMy son wears cammo, he wants live ammoI can`t allow that or the house`ll go kablammoI shave my stubble, I don`t want troubleBut the prince of friggin` darkness doesn`t need no damn bubblesLike where I reside? I`ll be your tour guideI bought it for a song I wrote about suicideThe bad boy of rock, not to be mockedMove onto my block and you might get shockedWe might seem weird but that`s part of the drillWe`re sane compared to the rest of Beverly HillsWoah! Is that Ozzy?Uh, huh huh huh. Ozzy`s an old fart{*both laugh*}Yeah, heh heh. Woah, chick it out. A mini-OzzyHuh huh huh, yeah. He`s a dorkYeah. Um. Hey Butthead. What`s all that beeping?Uh, I dunno. Maybe there`s a truck backing up or somethingYeah, heh heh. The Ozzmobile! Hehehe{*Batman theme*} Du-nuh du-nuh du-nuh du-nuhDdu-nuh du-nuh du-nuh du-nuh Ozzy!Du-nuh du-nuh du-nuh..Shut up, assmunch!Heh, hmm heh. Sorry `bout thatBeavis, check it out! A chick!Hm, cool! Uuuum. What`s the matter with her hair?Uh huh huh. Come to Butthead{*both chant Iron Man riff*}Long hair I`m brushin`, we have a discussionAnd they bleep half the show `cause we can`t stop cussin`I crunch a quarter note, I sacrifice a goatI watch the weather channel `cause I can`t work the remoteMTV paid it, our show`s the highest ratedAnna Nicole is just way too sedatedBut sooner or later I`ll need a translaterMumble like Schwartzenegger in TerminatorGuitar chord ripper, Perrier sipperWalk around the house in my fuzzy bunny slippersFlesh like leather, worn and weatheredTake the blame a lot myself, but we`re all in this togetherMy kids creations don`t cause ovationsThey don`t have talent, but they have agentsCritics wanna diss, fans don`t wanna missA lot of networks got a show but it ain`t like thisJack. Uh huh huh