Chemo Limo Songtext / Lyric

I had a dream

Crispy, crispy Benjamin Franklin came over

Babysat all four of my kids



Then in my dream

I told the doctor off

He said, "If you don't want to do it,

then you don't have to do it."

He said, "The truth is you'll be okay, anyway."



Then in my dream

Crispy, crispy Benjamin Franklin and the doctor

Went and had a talk with my boss



Something about insurance policies

They kept the door closed at all times

I couldnt hear or see



When they came out they said,

"You'll be okay, anyway."

And I smiled cause I'd known it all along






No thank you. No thank you. No thank you. No thank you!

I don't have to pay for this shit!

I can't afford chemo like I can't afford a limo

and on any given day I'd rather ride a limousine!



No thank you. No thank you. No thank you. No thank you!

I ain't about to to die like this

I can't afford chemo like I can't afford a limo

And besides, this shit is making me tired

It's making me tired

It's making me die



You know I plan to retire someday

And I'm-a gonna go out in style

Go out in style



This shit it's making me tired

It's making me tired

It's making me die

I'm-a gonna go out in style, go out in style



When I woke up

My kids were being quiet

I knew it was a dream right away

I called the limousine company



Then I got dressed

I dressed the kids as well

The limousine pulled in

And we piled in



The doctor, he asked which way we were headed

I said, "Sir, let's just go west."

And he listened obediently



Sophie only wants to listen to radio BBC

Michael sat on my knees and whispered to me

All about the meanies



Jacqueline was being such a big girl

With her cup of tea looking out of the window

And Barbara, she looks just like my mom

Oh my Barbara, she looks so much like my mom



No thank you! No thank you! No thank you! No thank you!

I don't have to pay for this shit

I can't afford chemo like I can't afford a limo

And on any given day I'd rather ride a limousine



No thank you! No thank you! No thank you! No thank you!

I ain't about to die like this

I can't afford chemo like I can't afford a limo

And besides this shit is making me tired

It's making me tired

It's making me die



You know I plan to retire some day

And I'm-a gonna go out in style

Go out in style



This shit it's making me tired

It's making me tired

It's making me die

I'm-a gonna go out in style

Go out in style



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I had a dream

Crispy, crispy Benjamin Franklin came over and

Babysat all four of my kids



I had a dream

Crispy, crispy Benjamin Franklin came over and

Babysat all four of my kids



Sophie only wants to listen to radio BBC

Michael sat on my knees and whispered to me

All about the meanies



Jacqueline was being such a big girl

With her cup of tea looking out of the window

And Barbara, she looks just like my mom

Oh my God, Barbara, she looks so much like my mom

Oh my Barbara, she looks so much just like my mom