Ska-P - Welcome To Hell Lyrics
Hey, this is radio station W-S-K-E-EWe're takin' calls off the wish lineMaking all your wacky wishes come trueHello1-I wish I was little bit taller, I wish I was a baller I wish I had a girl who looked good I would call her I wish I had a rabbit in a hat with a bat and a '64 ImpalaI wish I was like six-foot-nineSo I could get with LeoshiCause she don't know me but yo she's really fineYou know I see her all the timeEverywhere I go, and even in my dreamsI can scheme of ways to make her mineCause I know she's livin phatHer boyfriend's tall and he plays ballSo how am I gonna compete with that'Cause when it comes to playing basketballI'm always last to be pickedAnd in some cases never picked at allSo I just lean upon the wallOr sit up in the bleachers with the rest of the girlsWho came to watch their men ballDag y'all! I never understoodWhy the jocks get the fly girlsAnd me I get the hood ratsI tell 'em scat, skittle, skibobbleGot hit with a bottleAnd put in the hospital, for talkin' that messI confess it's a shame when you livin' in a cityThat's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' nameGlad I came to my sensesLike quick-quick got sick-sick to my stomachOvercome with my thoughts of me and her togetherRight?So when I asked her out she said I wasn't her type(rpt 1, 1)I wish I had a brand-new carSo far, I got this hatchbackAnd everywhere I go, yo I gets laughed atAnd when I'm in my car I'm laid backI got an 8-track and a spare tire in the backseatBut that's flatAnd do you really wanna know what's really wack, What-acapo
