I'm going down
To the local bar
To visit
One of the toilets
I'm going to be
A star
Let me see
If the shoe fits
I beats the crap
Out of rap
Think I'll put my hands
Into my arm pits
I dream of
The weirdest stuff
Like just call me
Vanilla Nice
I'm the wiggar
Who likes to
Roll the dice
I don't get caught
In a trap
No not like
Those other mice
No ****
It just came out
I had to get up
And write it down
This ain't no stick up
So baby you can
Put your hands down
You can label me a fool
You can say I'm a clown
I guess it's just
I'm looking for that sound
Laugh my *** off
I couldn't get back to sleep
I guess I'm going down