Ugly Duckling - Moneyfiend Miguel

There once was an ugly duckling With feathers all stubby and brown And the other birds said in so many words Get out of town Get out, get out, get out of town And he went with a quack and a waddle and a quack In a flurry of eiderdown That poor little ugly duckling Went wandering far and near But at every place they said to his face Now get out, get out, get out of here And he went with a quack and a waddle and a quack And a very unhappy tear All through the wintertime he hid himself away Ashamed to show his face, afraid of what others might say All through the winter in his lonely clump of wheat Till a flock of swans spied him there and very soon agreed You're a very fine swan indeed! A swan? Me a swan? Ah, go on! And he said yes, you're a swan Take a look at yourself in the lake and you'll see And he looked, and he saw, and he said I am a swan! Wheeeeeeee! I'm not such an ugly duckling No feathers all stubby and brown For in fact these birds in so many words said The best in town, the best, the best The best in town Not a quack, not a quack, not a waddle or a quack But a glide and a whistle and a snowy white back And a head so noble and high Say who's an ugly duckling? Not I! Not I!

1, 2, 3... This is just a little samba With all the typical drama Feel the rhythm of the conga (come on) This is just a little samba Yo man, I'm living grandiose, puffin' on an Ambassador Paid in full, kill the bull, like a matador Flash the cash, make my album cover shinier My head's spinning like a discus, and if this is (just a little samba) Then I'm straight, with the seven-course meal on my plate I put my leftovers in the doggie bag I got moves like Mr. Miyagi had With the "wax off, wax on", I'll play you like Zaxxon Girls love my songs, sunbathing on the back lawn "You look marvelous" C'mon young lady, get in the car with us, superstar deluxe (hey!) I'm always animated cause my game's so tight, that I keep it laminated Well, if that's true, why you living with ya mama? Shh! It's just a little samba This is just a little samba With all the typical drama Feel the rhythm of the conga (come on) This is just a little samba Yo, I make all the money No you don't I get all the girls No you don't! I put it down on fools! No you don't (huh?) No you don't (man) No you don't! You might spot me in Versace suits When I'm at award shows paparazzi shoot I own a fly home, four-car garage With rides for me and my entourage Hold up, I got a email It's a female Girls pressing on me like Lee Nail I make the hits that you hear on the jukebox (so?) Chicks come hotter than Arizona rooftops I got this one, she's a Playmate When I met her she was looking at my gold Dizzy nameplate But I had to vacate, I said "I'm gonna miss our date cause my plane's late" (Plane?) Yeah, I own a plane and I also bought a yacht So I scuba in Bermuda when the weather gets hot And I travel a lot The why you livin' with ya mama? Man, it's just a little samba! This is just a little samba With all the typical drama Feel the rhythm of the conga (come on) This is just a little samba I make all the money No you don't I get all the girls No you don't! I got my own sitcom! No you don't (huh?) No you don't (what?) No you don't! I star in the movies No you don't I run my own label No you don't Man, I only date models No you don't (huh?) No you don't (hey?) No you don't! Man, I got more property than Monopoly No you don't Man, I drive a flying car! No, no you don't Man, I got two pet sharks Your mom lets you have sharks in the house? Man, ge- wha-? C'mon man, the song's over man

Turn it up, turn it up Turn it up, turn it up Turn it up, turn it up Turn it up, turn it up Louder, louder Louder, louder Louder, louder Watch your ears, we're gonna drop the bomb Plug it in, turn it on, turn it up, come on Yo Greg, put us in the red, shake a leg Cause we gotta get it loud enough to wake the dead Even in a library or an old folks home We raise the low tone till the speaker's blown Overloaded to the max, song one to the final track On ten and eleven is a spinal tap When you rock just let the fiber optics Pound so they can knock you down like drop kicks Your head spinnin, your heartbeat's irregular Eardrums ringin, so words don't register It's not classical, jazz or easy listening This one is to be blasted like nitroglycerine Don't be a shamed, let the bass sustain Then press the? till people complain We gonna. Turn it up, turn it up Turn it up, turn it up Turn it up, turn it up Turn it up, turn it up Louder, louder Louder, louder Louder, louder (And I like it, and I like it) (Louder and watch your watts explode) (Turn your radio up loud) Now there's only way to play it, that's (louder) Loud enough to turn your brain to clam chowder We find levels that others overlook To push and make the system overcook I had a heavy metal neighbor, it used to be torture My mother told him turn it down but he just ignored her So I turned our speakers till they cornered his house Turn it up to ten and now he's movin out When I'm in my room I pump the volume And play it so loud you can hear it on the moon See, my sound system is world renowned Until the cops come around, then I turn it down Cool, it's okay, go 'head and press play He gave his little speech, now he's drivin away When the people next door say they heard enough Pretend you didn't catch that, turn it up We gonna. Turn it up, turn it up Turn it up, turn it up Turn it up, turn it up Turn it up, turn it up Louder, louder Louder, louder Louder, louder LOUDER (And I like it, and I like it) (Loud music for your neighbors) (Turn your radio up loud) (And I like it, and I like it) (The music comes on, strong, slammin) (Turn your radio up loud)

Yeah, yeah Lay your face on the pillow Push the covers where they belong I can't take my eyes off you We both know what we came here for To weigh the truth and the lie Should you lead, I will follow Only truth is allowed Hallowed fate knows no doubt 'Cause your body's ready for war And my body's built to endure You, make me feel like a god Make me feel like I've been anointed Come to me, I'm your rod Death and resurrection Death and resurrection You make me feel like I'm a god Make me proud like I've been anointed Make me proud like I've been anointed Yeah, yeah, yeah Every time is a blessing Would you baptize me in your love? (Baptize me in your love) We've no problem confessing (we've no problem confession) Just as long as we speak in tongue I lay my worship on you now Just kneel and say what you want Only truth is allowed As we sing our praises out loud Your body's begging for more And my body's built to endure You, make me feel like a god Make me feel like I've been anointed Come to me, I'm your rod Death and resurrection Death and resurrection Make me feel like I'm a god Make me proud like I've been anointed Make me proud like I've been anointed Yeah, yeah, yeah When I'm tired and weak (when I'm tired and weak) You bring life to me I've been dying to see all your glory woman Your sweet glory woman (glory woman) (When I'm tired and weak) When I'm tired and weak (tired, tired) You bring life to me I've been dying to see all your glory woman (oh, your body woman) Beautiful glory woman (my god) Oh, you, make me feel like a god Make me feel like I've been anointed Come to me, I'm your rod Only want the blessing (yeah, babe) Death and resurrection (my god) You make me feel like I'm a god Make me proud like I've been anointed Make me proud like I've been appointed Been anointed (my God) Yeah, you've been appointed Been anointed (my God)