Lyrics Fun Lovin’ Criminals – You Got A Problem

3, 2, 1, I’m that son of a gun, but one who has the fun by the kilo and the ton
Like Marv Albert but worse, I got the curse, got perverse with the nurse in the maternity ward
That’s right, I’m nuts, ask fisty cuts I got outpatient status at the Brooklyn zoo
Doobie doobie doo, we like the crew that runs up in the club wearin’ alligator shoes

If the heat don’t get me then the drugs sure will
Stirrin’ scotch and soda’s with a twenty dollar bill

My head feels like old vinyl, and like Lionel, I’m idle
Secretly stalking the title, stealin’
Scenes by ways and means and that’s why marines got m-16’s
I think I love her, but she’s affected, bullshit detected wonder why she got neglected
I legged it, turned up here, I’ll have a beer and a joke about that Guenevere
Lord I been knowin’ there’d be days like these, but please don’t hit me with the quick release
And don’t rat me out to Edwin Meese, ’cause I been around the world and the seven seas

If the heat don’t get me then the drugs sure will
Stirrin’ scotch and soda’s with a twenty dollar bill
My mamma always told me, never drink on pills
So roll down the window ’cause I’m feelin’ kinda ill
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