Chocolate Cake for Breakfast - Bill Cosby

Not everyone in New York would pay to see Andrew Lloyd Webber May his trousers fall down as he bows to the queen and the crown I don't know what tune that the orchestra played But it went by me sickly and sentimental Can I have another piece of chocolate cake? Tammy Baker's got a lot on her plate Can I buy another cheap Picasso fake? Andy Warhol must be laughing in his grave The band of the night takes you to ethereal heights over dinner And you wander the streets never reaching the heights that you seek And the sugar that dripped from the violins' bow Made the children go crazy, put a hole in the tooth of a hag Can I have another piece of chocolate cake? Tammy Baker must be losing her faith, yeah Can I buy another cheap Picasso fake? Andy Warhol must be laughing in his grave And the dogs are on the road, we're all tempting fate Cars shooting by with no number plates And here comes Mrs. Hairy Legs I saw Elvis Presley walk out of a Seven Eleven And a woman gave birth to a baby and then bowled 257 Now the excess of fat on your American bones Will cushion the impact as you sink like a stone Can I have another piece of chocolate cake? Tammy Baker, Tammy Baker Can I buy another cheap Picasso fake? Cheap Picasso, cheap Picasso fake Can I have another piece of chocolate cake? Kathy Straker, boy, could she lose some weight Can I buy another slice of real estate? Liberace must be laughing in his grave Can I have another piece of chocolate cake? Can I have another piece of chocolate cake? Can I have another piece of chocolate cake? (Piece of that thing on the plate)

I couldn't hear you for the TV, I didn't know you said goodbye I saw your cancelled check for the airfare, didn't know flyin' got so high Beans for breakfast once again, hard to eat 'em from the can I've run out of clean utensils, I'm a hungry nasty lonesome man I heard the crows outside my window, guess it's me they're talkin' about The fire you lit has burnt to cinders, every good things fizzled out Beans for breakfast once again, hard to eat 'em from the can Wish you'd come back and wash the dishes, I'm a hungry nasty lonesome man Caught a cold with the windows open, crow droppings o my window sill Probably got histoplasmosis, got no gun or I would kill them crows Beans for breakfast once again, hard to eat 'em from the can Plastic forks are a dime a dozen, I'm a hungry nasty lonesome man Finally made it to the mailbox, felt so bad I thought I'd die All I got was a bill from my doctor, well, I guess flyin' ain't so high Beans for breakfast once again, hard to eat 'em from the can Blue tick mattress cold and greasy, I'm a hungry nasty lonesome man The house burned down from the fire that I built, in your closet by mistake After I took all them pills, but I got out safe in my duck head overalls Beans for breakfast once again, I'm a hungry nasty lonesome man

Well! She treat me like a personal Jesus Got the hand... put it where its gonna heal ya Got the finger... put it right there on the trigger Well, pump it up, pump it up Baby make it bigger Well... Im Going crazy Pumping it up, pumping it up (Ewww ohhh ya) It's gonna heal ya She put the cream in my coffee (first thing in the morning) Put that butter on my biscuit (honeydew my melons) Cherries on bananas (gonna need a second helpin') You know I'm up for breakfast so early in the morning Lock the front ...Leave the back door open Hot tub loosen up ...baby been soaking Been tokin'...been sippin' Slip slide slippin ... all got me tripping Well... Im Going crazy Keeping it up... pumping it up, pumping it up Aint gonna kill ya She put the cream in my coffee (first thing in the morning) Spread that butter on my biscuit (honeydew my melon) Put berries on bananas (I need a second helping) That's why I'm up for breakfast so early in the morning Wake me up babe Hold me up, wake me up... Gotta get up, gotta get up, gotta get up, gotta get up. (GUITAR SOLO) She put the cream in my coffee (first thing in the morning) Spread hot butter on my biscuit (honeydew my melon) Like them cherries on bananas (gonna need a second helping) Thats why I'm up for breakfast so early in the morning Got bacon on the table (first thing in the morning) Squeeze some honey on my biscuit (honeydew my melon) Spread some cream on my bananas (I need a second helping) You know I'm up for breakfast so early in the mornin' Hot sweet sticky Get it up, get it up, get it up Wake me up babe Wake me up babe Lift me up baby Gotta get up, Gotta get up Hot coffee first thing in the morning Gotta get up

Now look here, in the house opposite Black gate posts with a concrete frog squatting on top of it Through the hallway Ancient wallpaper, nicotine gold Up the stairs, rickety Loaded with history Here, in the top flat Flowers on the windowsill Little breeze fluttering the petals as they stare out At the city streets Gemma is awake What woke her? Open eyes, street lights float slowly through broken blinds She watches as the light plays across the tattered carpet And she holds herself tight in the room's half darkness It's cold She wedges her hands underneath her armpits It's 04: 18 And Gemma's thinking Before I was a adult I was a little wreck Peddling whatever I could get my grubby mitts on Ketamine for beakfast Bad girls were drinking with I gave 'em puppy dog eyes for the acid on their fingertips Heads in the basement Lips without faces Getting faced in, half-baked in a bakery Eating pastries Desperate for a body who could save me But I never really wondered what they gave me Always wanted something else Sweating in the door queue Spittin' like a villain in the pantomime old shoes Bad teeth Drinking in the rain with my ghost Sitting in the back of the class, comatose Uh, feelings on my back in the dark Hold me close But you never held I did some things I swore I'd never 'Til that night you tried to kill me Run me down with your car in the snow I didn't realize I thought you would go Every day I live lives in the day I wake up in My dreams are all screaming "Oh fuck!" But I'm fine now Something remains, it's still pulling me Yeah my future is bright but my past tryna ruin me Tried to change it but I know If you're good to me I will let you go Tried to fight it but I'm sure If you're bad to me, I will like you more I saw some things when I was young That made me who I would become I feel them with me everyday 'Cause if you try and run away They run beside you place for place Trip you up and drag your face Freedom out of every waste They chancing every bit of taste Heart is sprayed up with the names Of all my friends who lost their way Doesn't change it all remains It takes my strength and gives me shame All I want is someone great To make me everything I ain't But the only ones for me Are the ones that shouldn't be Even though I'm doing good I'm working hard, my work is strong Might be fun just for a while To go back to where my hurt is from Rinse myself through emptiness And push my body close to Anybody who can recognize the presence of my ghost Tried to change it but I know If you're good to me I will let you go Tried to fight it but I'm sure If you're bad to me I will like you more Tried to change it but I know If you're good to me I will let you go Tried to fight it but I'm sure If you're bad to me I will like you more

Watch your mouth, oh, oh, oh Because your speech is slurred enough That you just might swallow your tongue I'm sure you would want to give up the ghost With just a little more poise than that Or was it God who chokes in these situations Running late? Oh, no, he called in Or was it God who chokes in these situations Running late? Oh, no, he called in The hospice is a relaxing weekend getaway Where you're a cut above all the rest Sick and sad patients on first name basis with all the top physicians Prescribed pills to offset the shakes, to offset the pills You know you should take it a day at a time That's when you st-st-stutter something profound To the support on the line And with the way you've been talking Every word gets you a step closer to hell That's when you st-st-stutter something profound To the support on the line And with the way you've been talking Every word gets you a step closer to hell Prescribed pills to offset the shakes, to offset the pills You know you should take it a day at a time Prescribed pills to offset the shakes, to offset the pills You know you should take it a day at a time I am alone in this bed, house, and head And she never fixes this But at least she I am alone in this bed, ooh She never fixes this But at least she Prescribed pills to offset the shakes, to offset the pills You know you should take it a day at a time Prescribed pills to offset the shakes, to offset the pills You know you should take it a day at a time The hospice is a relaxing weekend getaway Where you're a cut above all the rest Sick and sad patients on first name basis with all the top physicians

Dentists tell you not to pick your teeth with any sharp metal object. And then you sit in their chair and the first thing they grab is an iron hook. Now the dentist pulls out a needle. This is to deaden the pain. So you open up. Now a regular doctor giving you a shot will go --- --- ---. Dentists don't do that. They go ---. And you're there (gasping). Then they want to talk to you. "Do you ever do any fishing?" "Uh-uh." "Where do you usually go?" "---------- with a in my mouth." "Yes, I have been there many times myself." Now he pulls the needle out, puts this thing in your mouth. This will suck up your face. The dentist goes outside to laugh at you. And you sit, grown-up intelligent human being, arguing with this thing. You also notice that the right side of your face feels like it is sliding off of your skull and your bottom lip is in your lap. So the dentist comes back. You want to talk to him. So you say, "I was wondering . . ." "I beg your pardon." "I said I was wondering about my face." "I don't understand." "My face. My face. Do you see my face?" "The what?" "If I be ---- my face?" "Your face?" "Yes." "What's the matter with it?" "What's the matter with it? My face, my face is hanging down . . . do you see this? This is my bottom lip. It wasn't like this when I came in here." "Well, I will fix it." "I hope so. Because if you put the needle in my mouth, my face went ----, my bottom lip is on the floor. So I can't live with it like this now." "I'll fix it." "Ok." Now he starts to drill. And you see and smell smoke coming out of your mouth. So you say, "Wait a minute!" "What's the matter?" "Smoke." "What?" Smoke, smoke, smoke. There is some smoke that is coming out of my mouth." "I don't understand." "Fire! Do you understand the fire? There is a fire in my mouth and the smoke is coming out because there is fire. And my face is hanging on the floor." "The fire?" "Yeah." "Where?" "Never mind, never mind." Now he drills some more and you hear him make a mistake. And to cover it up, they all say the same thing: "Ok. Rinse." 1 "Rinse? You ask me to rinse? I don't have a bottom lip. How can I rinse?" "Give it a try." "Give it a try. Ok." Grab the cup. Pour the water. It runs all down. "I hope that you are satisfied. I hope that you are satisfied. I put the water in my mouth. I told you that I can't rinse because I have no bottom lip. The water is all down on my leg. I hope that you are satisfied." "Rinse again." "You've gotta be kidding me." So you pick it up, put a bit. Now you got to spit into this miniature toilet bowl. You have no bottom lip, so you let it all fall out, say "thank God for gravity." Now you want to sit back but you can't because hanging from your bottom lip is a long line and you can't get it off your bottom lip. So you sit back. Now you have a line from the bowl to your bottom lip. The dentist looks at it and says "Oh, look. A rainbow."

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