Sophie only want to tune us into radio BBC
He said, “If you don't want to do it
And I smiled 'cause I'd known it all along
And Barbara, she looks just like my mom
I dressed the kids as well
And we piled in
They kept the door closed at all times
Style
Went and had a talk with my boss
It's making me tired
No thank you, no thank you, no thank you, no thank you
And Barbara, she looks just like my mom
Go out in style
I had a dream
Go out in style
Then I got dressed
When they came out they said
It's making me tired
She looks so much like my mom
All about the meanie
It's making me tired
Style
All about the meanies
And I'm-a gonna go out in style
No thank you, no thank you, no thank you, no thank you
Then you don't have to do it”
Crispy crispy Benjamin Franklin came over and
Oh my God, Barbara
And on any given day, I'd rather ride a limousine
This shit, it's making me tired
I couldn't afford chemo like I couldn't afford a limo
I had a dream
You know I plan to retire some day
Crispy crispy Benjamin Franklin and the doctor
Style
Jacqueline was being such a big girl
Go out in style
Style
No thank you, no thank you, no thank you, no thank you
Baby, sat all four of my kids
I couldn't afford chemo like I couldn't afford a limo
With her cup of tea looking out of the window
Jacqueline was being such a big girl
I knew it was a dream right away
I don't have to pay for this shit
It's making me tired
Then in my dream
No thank you, no thank you, no thank you, no thank you
Style
Go out in style
And on any given day, I'd rather ride a limousine
Something about insurance policies
I ain't about to die like this
I don't have to pay for this shit
I couldn't afford chemo like I couldn't afford a limo
It's making me tired
I couldn't hear or see
Michael sat on my knees and whispered to me
This shit it's making me tired
He said, “The truth is, you'll be okay, anyway”
Oh my God, Barbara
The limousine pulled in
And besides this shit is making me tired
“You'll be okay, anyway”
Style
I'ma gonna go out in style
It's making me tired
Sophie only wants to listen to radio BBC
And I'm gonna go out in style
I'ma gonna go out in style
It's making me die
Style
Oh my God, Barbara, she looks so much like my mom
I couldn't afford chemo like I couldn't afford a limo
And besides this shit is making me tired
Baby, sat all four of my kids
My kids were being quiet
With her cup of tea looking out of the window
I ain't about to to die like this
Baby, sat all four of my kids
Crispy crispy Benjamin Franklin came over and
It's making me tired
The doctor he asked which way we were headed
When I woke up
Style
You know, I plan to retire some day
I said, “Sir, let's just go west and he listened obediently”
Michael sat on my knees and whispered to me
Then in my dream, I told the doctor off
I called the limousine company
