Princess Superstar - The Little Freakazoid That Could Lyrics
I'm not the baddest or the maddest or the Central Park addressNo Chivas, no Lexus, ain't got the flattest solar plexusI throw it down with everything I gotCause I'm just a girl--notMe, I never use the word justTo the maximum my axiom get into my taxi, umListen, it wasn't always like thatI used to feel freaky, ickyBein' bad like Darling NikkiNever ever fit the mold at school or in the hoodBut now the children sing she's the little freakazoid that couldFreakazoid! I know I can I know I canFreakazoid! I know I can I know I canP-Supe (what) and it don't come from CampbellJust move (what) place my butt upon your mantelSee I cut from the gut to get everything I needAnd I stick with it if at first I don't succeedAnd I'm out and I'm out lettin' my freaky flag flyYou don't ask why cuz you know that I tryAccept yourself, express yourself to the limitBody soul or chicken roll you know that I'm in itAnd you know whatSometimes you feel like a nutAnd sometimes you don'tFreakazoid! I know I can I know I canFreakazoid! I know I can I know I canHey yo Ski-I wantcha to come round here and show the audience we meanbonified, fortified, nutrifiedBUSINESSYeah that's what I'm talkin' aboutCuz you know, soon I'll be rollin' in the Rolls to go bowling after theshowI'll be strollin', patrollin' the streets with a feather in my hatImagine that, huh, I think I made myself Claritan, clear in thatI got the throttle cause I'm mack like the truckC'mon everybody let's get------Get up Get up Get up --never sit down!Woke up I didn't know what day it wasI been through some shit boy you never believe itCuz I struggle everyday to keep my head up like a towerYou know why - I got the Power!And I ain't never givin' up suckerPut me on the field I'm a cook your ass like Betty CrockerIt's like this and like that and like this and uhNobody beats the Priz--cess and uhOnce again it's onPeople wanna know if I'm a divaWell let me see, uhI wrote these lyrics at a day jobNot Nassau ColiseumBut I'm a get there soon boyblow up the spot like in my own platoon boyReading bad press I get depressed really majorGoddamn yo, at least I'm in the *****in paperAnd when the goin' gets tough Mr. Ocean said it bestPut that ass in gear baby put it to the testScuse me, I don't believe I was finishedMaking all your bad hurt feelings be diminished and deliciousLike a tasty ice cream or sconeLet me make you pant for the milk boneWoof woof and let it all hang outDon't you just freak baby freakin freak it outKick it trick it or lick it but please don't stick it up your noseIf you wanna strike a pose you gotta keep it on the real insideKeep it on the real inside, keepit on the real inside
