Breakfast at Bellevue

Hey we're gonna go crazy tonight man
Ooh wee yeah we're gonna go nuts
Drinkin, stinkin, goin loco all night
And as for me and Hanny and Dutts

We'll be havin breakfast at Bellevue
And a looney bin brunch
Gonna be their new star patient
So they better roll out the red rug

Babes, you're drivin us wild again, man
Secret weapon's got you lookin your best
No fuss, no muss, in every girl's closet
I'm talkin bout that little black dress

Send me straight to breakfast at Bellevue
It'll be a permanent stay
Book us up a penthouse suite and
Send the butler our way

Everybody knows there's three types of women
You got the Nor Cal chick with the shop in a tree
You got that Martha's Vineyard vixen and her shops on the rocks
Near the lighthouse by the sea
You got that mystical mama, macrame Dalai Lama
With a silk store in Santa Fe
And you also got those hot, hot, big butt models
In Miami Beach, by the way

Greetings from a breakfast at Belleuve
and a Lithium lunch
We'll be chewin berserky jerky
Wash it down with Zyprexa punch
We'll be havin breakfast at Bellevue
Sure we all been havin some fun
But it's really not fuckin funny
To be makin light of this stuff
Oh yeah



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Writer(s): Timothy Jordan Kalpakis
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