Uncle Larry's hooked on ice again. He seems to be stuck in the 80's. He wears his members only jacket. Cause he thinks it turns on all the ladies. And all the white folks shake their asses. Looking for the two and four. I'll have mine in martini glasses. Cause I can't take it anymore. These are the days of empty kitchens. The rise and fall of Mary Ellen's hairdo. I think she's found a new religion. Studying the Kabalah in her J.Crew. And all the rich kids shake their asses. Looking for the two and four. Well I'll have mine with Blackstrap molasses. Cause I can't taste it anymore. No I can't taste it anymore. My friend Gregg says it's all good. As the eastern seaboard's blown away. Now everything is going half-price. So look at all the money we saved. And all the politicians shake their asses. Looking for the backdoor. I'll just be hanging out with the lasses. Cause they don't like the boys no more. No and I can't take it anymore. (Sheryl Crow).