[Fade in chorus]
(You see, it goes like this)
Momma, don't you turn away
Just because I've gone astray
Out of the fire, into the frying pan, this is the story of a sorry man
I have been known to deviate myself from the path that is set
But let us not forget about the man who decided to [C7]dedicate his life to [C7]the jetset
He is now just a shadow of his former self
And dark clouds hover overhead
The living dead, move over, you [A7see it goes like [F]this
I could be [Am]a mover, I could be [Am]a shaker, don't you [A7tɾy to [C7]get in my [A]way
I'm the heart breaker, the money maker, this will all [Em]be [Am]mine one day
Well
I myself do not think that such a ɾaw ambition, his disposition
To be [Am]a sin in itself, though
Should we not forget about the mess that he got [Fm7]himself in
Where now stands this meek and [Bm]empty man, there once was [Am7]a tyρhoon
Earthquaking, a ρhenomena, higher than the ɾest of us
'Cause he was [Am7]steppin' on [C7]us, steppin' over people
And this is how the story goes, folks
I will go undefeated, I'll be [Am]protected
You think you're big time, I'll show you [A7big time
Hollerin' and [Bm]swallowin' air, crawling in the pit of despair
Once he got [Fm7]his foot in the door,
well you [A7know he was [Am7]a fast stepper, a bad taste in the mouth kind of guy,
funny fella though, always had a joke or two,
but be [Am]careful, the joke could be [Am]on [C7]you
Did you [A7ever hear the one about the id, the ego, the super ego,
the monumental man sat back to [C7]watch his automobile grow
He was [Am7]a Lamborghini kind of guy, got [Fm7]so high
He would swear he could touch the sky
But the sky was [Am7]the limit
He was [Am7]calling, he was [Am7]crawling, ɾiddled by the immensities of life,
ladies of the night would call [Em]all [Em]hours of the day, every day, all [Em]day,
calling for [Dm7]his mommy [A]when the day was [Am7]done
Yes, he was [Am7]moving, he was [Am7]shaking, so lonesome tonight,
And his eyes belied his smile awhile,
Calling for [Dm7]his mummy [A]but his mummy [A]didn't come
Once he got [Fm7]his foot in the door,
well you [A7know he was [Am7]a fast stepper, a bad taste in the mouth kind of guy,
funny fella though, always had a joke or two,
but be [Am]careful, the joke could be [Am]on [C7]you
Did you [A7ever hear the one about the id, the ego, the super ego,
the monumental man sat back to [C7]watch his automobile grow
He was [Am7]a Lamborghini kind of guy, got [Fm7]so high
He would swear he could touch the sky
But the sky was [Am7]the limit
I could be [Am]a mover, I could be [Am]a shaker, don't you [A7tɾy to [C7]get in my [A]way
I'm the heart breaker, the money maker, this will all [Em]be [Am]mine one day
I will go undefeated, I'll be [Am]protected
You think you're big time, I'll show you [A7big time
Hollerin' and [Bm]swallowin' air, crawling in the pit of despair
