Besedila: Ozma. The Doubble Donkey Disc. Flight Of The Bootymaster.

Wesley willis starts to break down, feels the beat and hits the dance floor
I will listen to the radio, still i can't hear you on the telephone

It's a shakedown so count from one to three and shake your booty 'til the early dawn
You gotta be laid back, rock to obscurity
Then you will really find there's nothing wrong with me

Three months have passed and no reception has left me searching for another one
It's too bad that i was believing that you could ever be more than deceiving

And when i listen to the radio now i'm not thinking things about you
And all the things you say that drive me crazy
Could not compare to the things you never say

Now is the end i will call her a friend
I won't regret what i said (what i said)

When i become a man then i will surely see
That you were just a girl and you were wrong for me

If you would ever call i know that i'd be home
Because i'm waiting and i'm all alone