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