What Is It About Men - Amy Winehouse

Jimmy Buffett, Mac MacAnally, C. Macak, T. Baker, L. Laprise The universe is runnin' away I heard it on the news just the other day There's this new stuff called dark energy We can't measure and we can't see It's some elemental mystery Train that we can't catch But our heads are in the oven And somebody's 'bout to strike a match Meanwhile back on our big round ball Things are getting serious as cholesterol Permutations, calculations, Greedy piggies at the trough Arrogance and ignorance Just to top it off I just can't keep up with the Nasdaq Who got sold and bought I've got to take my lunch break But I'll leave you with a little for thought Maybe it's all too simple For our brains to figure it out What if the hokey pokey Is all it really is about What if life is just a cosmic joke Like spiders in your underwear or olives in Your coke My life can get as messy as a day old sticky bun So I arm myself with punch lines and a big ol' Water gun They say it's not that simple but just maybe it Should be It's time to change the subject, would you join me In a cup of herbal tea? Maybe it's all too simple For our brains to figure it out What if the hokey pokey Is all it really is about I still believe in rock 'n' roll It pays my bills and soothes my soul There really really isn't A whole lot more around Except for Frank Sinatra and the Big Band sound I want music in the music I want chicken in the soup I want caffeine in my system let's revive The hula hoop Maybe it's all too simple For our brains to figure it out What if the hokey pokey Is all it really is about

Tell your boyfriend Next time he's around To buy his own weed and don't wear my shit down I wouldn't care if he would give me some more I'd rather him leave you than leave him my draw When you smoke all my weed man You gotta call the green man So I can get mine And you get yours Once is enough To make me attack So bring me a bag and your man can come back I'll check him at the door make sure he got green I'm tighter than airport security teams When you smoke all my weed man You gots to call the green man So I can get mine And you get yours I'm my own man So when will you learn That you got a man But I got to burn Don't make no difference if I end up alone I'd rather have myself and smoke my homegrown It's got me addicted Does more than any dick did Yeah, I can get mine And you get yours Yeah, I can get mine And you get yours

Simple sweet guitar Humbled by the bass So when the beat kicks in Everything falls into place And it overpowers me I can't help but dance You can try to stop me now But you won't get the chance Half time Time to think it through Consider the change See it from a different view Half time Time to think it through Consider the change Rhythm floods my heart The melody it feeds my soul The tune tears me apart And it swallows me whole You should thank your lucky stars 'Cause the music is a gift And it's stronger than all else Provides me with uplift Half time Time to think it through Consider the change See it from a different view Half time Time to think it through Consider the change My lyrics revealing Some natural vibe Somekind of laidback feeling Oh, just let it ride And when Frank Sinatra sings It's too much to take So i sing the standard shit It pacifies my ache Half time Time to think it through Consider the change See it from a different view Half time Time to think it through Consider the change