Can't you see
It all makes perfect sense
Expressed in dollars and cents
Pounds shillings and pence
Can't you see
It all makes perfect sense
Little black soul
departs in perfect focus
Prime time fodder for the
News at Nine
<Interlude>
Darling is the child
warm in the bed tonight
Hi everybody I'm Marv Albert
And welcome to our telecast
Coming to you live from
Memorial Stadium
It's a beautiful day
And today we expect a
sensational matchup
But first our global anthem"
Can't you see
It all makes perfect sense
Expressed in dollars and cents
Pounds shillings and pence
Can't you see
It all makes perfect sense
And here come the players
As I speak to you
now the captain
Has his cross hairs zeroed in
on the oil rig
It looks to me like he's going
to attack
By the way did you know
that a submarine
Captain earns 200,000
dollars a year"
That's less tax Marv"
Yeah, less tax
Thank you Edward
You're welcome
Now back to the
game...he fires one
yes There goes two
both fish are running
The rig is going
into a prevent defense
Will they make it?
I don't think so
Can't you see
It all makes perfect sense
Expressed in dollars and cents
Pounds shillings and pence
Can't you see
It all makes perfect sense
Can't you see
It all makes perfect sense
my niggas
just bust yo' tech for me
Everybody from every hood
bang yo' head
'til you break yo' motherfuckin
neck for me!
Just let me give
you real street shit
to rap in yo' shit with
We clap yo' seat
we whyle this heat
Keep bouncin up
and down these streets
So nod yo' head and
Break yo' neck nigga!
Break yo' neck nigga!
Break yo' neck nigga!
Bang yo' head until you start to
Break yo' neck nigga!
Break yo' neck nigga!
Break yo' neck nigga!
Break yo' neck!