Album Name : Southern Born Killers
Release Date : 2009-04-08
Song Duration : 7:47
Stuck Mojo Yoko
I ain't trying to feel no Yoko Ono, Remember how you
met me geeked at my show yo, Front row flashy Sexy
sassy Nasty classy Backstage pass me, Stopped and asked
me, Yo what's up, Wanna cut, That's what's up, Body
bumping bangin' blazin', Hair did nails did, looking
amazing, Back to the hotel for a fling, Turned into a
weekly thing, Now your my girl and wear my ring, Your
my queen and I'm your King, Then you started acting
strange, Trying to change and rearrange, Trippin' when
I did my shows, Just another Yoko, No!
When I was younger, Somebody told me the story, Of a
man who left the world's greatest band for his girlie,
It happens everyday and not to just musicians, It gets
doctors and lawyers, athletes and magicians, Some will
make the same mistake, And most of you will never
learn, Maybe even watch everything you love burn, So
learn from John Lennon, And don't be such a wussy, And
give it all away For that Yoko Ono pussy
You're my Yoko Ono
My Cher to Sonny Bono
(Mike Martin guitar solo)
Damn girl, Have some self respect, You know it's hard
to find a band guy, That you haven't slept with, You
love it when other girls are jealous of you, But that
drummer that you're with, Was with her last time he
came through, Now you're hoping that one day on stage
he'll propose, But why would he marry you, You slept
with everyone he knows, You'd like to be my Yoko Ono,
Never again will I go down that road