Chemo Limo lyrics

I had a dream

Crispy crispy Benjamin Franklin came over

Baby-sat all four of my kids

Then in my dream

I told the doctor off

He said if you don't want to do it

Then you don't have to do it

He said the truth is

You'll be okay, anyway

Then in my dream

Crispy crispy Benjamin Franklin and the doctor

Went and had a talk with my boss

Something about insurance policies

They kept the door closed at all times

I couldn't hear or see

When they came out they said

You'll be okay, anyway

And I smiled cause I'd known it all along.

No thank you no thank you no thank you no thank you

I don't have to pay for this shit

I couldn't afford chemo like I couldn't afford a limo

And on any given day I'd rather ride a limousine

No thank you no thank you no thank you no thank you

I ain't about to to die like this

I couldn't afford chemo like I couldn't afford a limo

And besides this shit is making me tired

It's making me tired

It's making me tired

You know I plan to retire some day,

And I'm gonna go out in style

Go out in style

This shit it's making me tired

It's making me tired

It's making me tired

I'm-a gonna go out in style go out in style

When I woke up

My kids were being quiet

I knew it was a dream right away

I called the limousine company

Then I got dressed

I dressed the kids as well

The limousine pulled in

And we piled in

The doctor he asked which way we were headed

I said, Sir, let's just go west and he listened obediently,

Sophie only wants to listen to radio BBC

Michael sat on my knees and whispered to me

All about the meanies

Jacqueline was being such a big girl

With her cup of tea looking out of the window

And Barbara

She looks just like my mom

Oh my, Barbara

She looks so much like my mom

No thank you no thank you no thank you no thank you

I don't have to pay for this shit

I couldn't afford chemo like I couldn't afford a limo

And on any given day I'd rather ride a limousine

No thank you no thank you no thank you no thank you

I ain't about to die like this

I couldn't afford chemo like I couldn't afford a limo

And besides this shit is making me tired

It's making me tired

It'smaking me die

You know I plan to retire some day,

And I'm-a gonna go out in style

Go out in style

This shit it's making me tired

It's making me tired

It's making me tired

I'm-a gonna go out in style go out in style

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I had a dream

Crispy crispy Benjamin Franklin came over and

Baby-sat all four of my kids

I had a dream

Crispy crispy Benjamin Franklin came over and

Baby-sat all four of my kids

Sophie only want to tune us into radio BBC

Michael sat on my knees and whispered to me

All about the meanie

Jacqueline was being such a big girl

With her cup of tea looking out of the window

And Barbara

She looks just like my mom

Oh my god, Barbara

She looks so much like my mom

Oh my god, Barbara

She looks so much just like my mom

• Artist:Regina Spektor