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Guess Who

Genres: Hip-Hop

Attila's Blues Lyrics - Guess Who

Show biz train, baby won't you climb on board. 

 

Is your manager managing to manage for the best 

Or is he making out fine for himself 

Does your record label bring you in with trumpets and horns 

Just to pack you back away on the shelf 

Is your lawyer lyin' to you, do you really want to know 

As your agent waiting home for his pay, pay, pay 

Welcome one and all now to show show business 

Wouldn't have it any other way. 

 

Got some people lining up for seven days before you come 

But then your house is full of empty chairs 

Are you finding self-importance in the things that you've done 

You're findin' out that no one really cares 

Do the people buy your records, do they play them on the air... 

But the warehouse must be where they stay 

Welcome one and all down to show show business 

Wouldn't have it any other way. 

 

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Show biz train, baby won't you climb on board. 

 

Well have you ever had an aardvark sandwich 

Have you ever had a seagull stew 

I had a pet pitiful penguin and I made him watch the six o'clock news 

And shine my shoes 

I got the "help preserve 'em, don't deserve 'em, try and serve 'em, love 'em all" blues. 

 

Well, have you ever seen a madras monkey 

Have you ever seen an orlon eel 

I had a pet pitiful parrot and I taught him how to pick and choose, drink my booze 

I got the "help preserve 'em, don't deserve 'em, try and serve 'em, love 'em all" blues. 

 

Just keepin' track of where things are all goin' 

Baby just keepin' track 

 

Housefly 

Tell me what you're thinkin' 'bout 

Housefly 

Tryin' to really sort it out 

Flying head-on into the plate glass window 

Sniffing that DDT. 

 

Dumb bird 

Flyin's comin' slowly to you 

Dumb bird 

Flyin' isn't holy to you 

Heading down South for the big celebration 

You got a ride for me 

Know what I'm tellin' ya. 

 

Show biz train, baby won't you climb on board. 

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