Roadrunner - Jonathan Richman & The Modern Lovers

Yeah, baby Come on baby Oh-oh, oh I'm a roadrunner baby Can't keep up with me, oh I'm a roadrunning man You can't keep up with me, yeah Come on and let's have a race And baby, baby you will see Oh, take my hand baby Yeah, yeah, take my hand baby I wanna prove to you That I'm a roadrunning man, yeah I wanna tell you something (oh-oh) I'm the fastest in the land Oh, come one take my hand baby, yeah Now listen to me baby Oh-oh, why don't you move up a bit slowly Let this man by, let me by I want to give my love to you To put some dirt in your eye Oh-oh baby, come over baby Can't keep up with me, oh I'm a roadrunning man You can't keep up with me, ah Come on and let's have a race And baby, baby, baby, baby Oh-oh yeah, come on baby Yes, I'm a roadrunning man Can't keep up with me Yeah, come on and let's have a race And baby, baby you will see Oh, I'll say it one more time now Oh, oh, bye bye baby I've got to put you down Oh yeah, I've got to put you down I'll see you baby I'll see you somewhere hanging around, oh?

I'm a roadrunner honey But you can't beat me I'm a roadrunner honey But you can't beat me Bye bye, my baby Baby, baby, you will see I'm a heart for you baby But you're out of my class I'm a heart for you baby But you're out of my class Bye bye, my baby Baby, baby, you will see (Guitar solo) Verse 1 (Guitar solo) I'm a roadrunner honey (x4) Bye bye, my baby Baby, baby, you will see

Well, it's early in the mor-, in the mornin' Baby, when I rise, Lordy mama Well-a, it's-a, Lordy, Ro-Lordy-Berta Well, when I rise, well-a Well, it's Lord, Ro-Lordy-Rosie Well, it's Lord, you keep a-talkin' (Baby) Well, it's Lord, Ro-Lordy-Rosie Well, it's, oh Lord, Gal, well-a He gonna rise and fly, sugar He gonna rise and fly, well-a He gonna rise and fly, well-a... He gonna rise and fly, well-a... Okay, it's early in the morning, just the crack of dawn, now Me and my pockets, we breakin' booze in the foreign (Uh) Wildin' on niggas, we breakin' bones in the paint (Yeah) Umbilical cords, we cut these niggas off, wait (Yuh) Fuckin' your bitch, fuckin' that bitch, no fame (Yuh) She suckin' my dick so good, she leave me with no brain (Uh-uh) Comin' up in this bitch with that precise aim (Right) Fuck these fuckboys and fuck these bitches, they be lame Roadrunnin' the road, like what would ya do with hoes (Yuh) Rock up on my shit and see on the scope (Phew) Bullets they bald, bullets they bald like Amber Rose (Huh) Brodies fuck up and these bitches leave me alone You a dumb nigga (Man), leave a hole in your chest (Yeah) When you walk around the block, niggas know who the best (Uh-huh) You a lil' boy (Lil' boy), can't fuck with Billy Boys (Uh-uh) When you walk around the block, you got little toys Itty bitty boy (Bitty boy), Oscar De La Ho- I beat the pussy though, I make the pressure blow (Pressure blow) Nigga, what you know? (What you know?) Nigga, let me know (Let me know) I got two Glocks, switchblades in my clothes (In my clothes) Okay, it's early in the morning, just the crack of dawn, now Me and my pockets, we breakin' booze in the foreign (Uh) Wildin' on niggas, we breakin' bones in the paint (Yeah) Umbilical cords, we cut these niggas off, wait (Yuh) Fuckin' your bitch, fuckin' that bitch, no fame (Yuh) She suckin' my dick so good, she leave me with no brain (Uh-uh) Comin' up in this bitch with that precise aim (Right) Fuck these fuckboys and fuck these bitches, they be lame