The Fonze

Uh, the Fonze is here
If you try to have a rap battle the outcome is clear
From the start to the heart
Of the heat of the fonze
I'll tear you to pieces while I'm eating jam and scones

I don't want to have to rap at you
You know it's just what I do
It's my duty and my job
It's how i make it through
The day, getting paid
Taking home the dough
Another lyrical blow
Now it's time for an organ solo

Don't talk at me, I'll tell when you can have a verse,
You can rap about any old thing in the universe
When it comes to experimental rap I'm not averse
To a bit of new shiz for better or worse

Experimental rap doesn't always need to rhyme
That is what I call experimental rap
Although it sounds better if it does
I am Michael Caine
(Michael Caine)
Otherwise it sounds quite bad

Let the music wash away
All the sadness of the day
Just take a seat and
Feel you're free now
Let the music take the frown from off your brow

Sit back down and listen close to my sweet rap
Stop trying to fight the feeling and just let your feet tap
To the rhythm of Monsieur Alfonse on the microphone
Let the musical mastery of this lyrical logician be known

Roll up in the Porsche Cayenne
Are you going out tonight
Of course I am
Sit down on the back seat and take the vibe
He really doesn't want to make you cry

Let the music wash away
All the sadness of the day
Just take a seat and
Feel you're free now
Let the music take the frown from off your brow

My head is dreaming in the sky
A thousand memories pass me by
I'm a middle man, looking for a way
To leave this land of cloudy grey
In his bashed up car