Rick Songtext / Lyric

Rick

You crash the party



Born in the desert of the upper east side,

there was a guy who wants to party every day every night



Dressed like a martin colly,

hair shining bright



He got no money, got no girlfriend

he was feeling alright



Rick

In the jeans with his head on the wall

But too bad he had to wait until its going to fall



And after all he felt as one of the best

The time was right to take a paper car escape to the west



Rick



You crash the party



We are waiting for an answer,

but you think its alright



Rick



Please don't worry






You're invited every day

But not on Saturday night



Oh-oh Oh-oh



We think good times alright



No doubt about we love you,

not on Saturday night



Oh-oh Oh-oh



We think good times alright



No doubt about we love you,

not on Saturday night



He is the God of his computer scene

He wants the cover picture

of the Apple magazine



But in the end he has to face the fact

that even p****s do it better

so he lost respect



If you want him to stay



You have to beg him to pray



Until the end of the day



He is so boring

And he is so Gay-ay-ay



Rick



You crashed the party



We are waiting for an answer

but you think its alright



Rick



Please don't worry



You're invited every day

but not on Saturday night



Oh-oh Oh-oh



We think good times alright



No doubt about we love you

not on Saturday night



Oh-oh Oh-oh



We think good times alright



No doubt about we love you

not on Saturday night



Oh-oh Oh-oh

Oh-oh Oh-oh



So our Rick

is a boy with a harmless toy

and a sawfeet has no beak



He looks like a double of Mr. Hyde

or a dose of stinky meat-BALLS



Everybody knows he's ready for the job

of the President of Matzan



If you know him look him over

like a homo with a gun

So run cause there's no fun



If you want him to stay



You have to beg him to pray



Until the end of the day



He is so boring

And he's so Gay-ay-ay



Rick



You crashed the party



We are waiting for an answer

but you think its alright



Rick



Please don't worry



You're invited every day

but not on Saturday night



Oh-oh Oh-oh



We think good times allright



No doubt about we love you

not on Saturday night



Oh-oh Oh-oh



We think good times alright



No doubt about we love you

not on Saturday night



So our Rick

is a boy with a harmless toy

and a sawfeet has no beak



He looks like a double of Mr. Hyde

or a dose of stinky meat-BALLS



Everybody knows he's ready for the job

of the President of Matzan



If you know him look him over

like a homo with a gun

So run cause there's no fun