Said you wanna take the back streets,
But I don't think you know what that means,
‘Cause You've never really been on the scene,
With the crowd getting loud back in 1993.


You’d,
Do right,
To learn what life was like,
‘Cause it’s going down in history.
.
Cadillac, baby got back,
They don't make ‘em like they used to used to,
Well let me tell you ‘bout it all,
How it all was before,
You should see the way that they move,
Across the floor in 1992,
Tootsee-Roll, Running Man,
Macarena, Cabbage-patch, oh let me show it to you.


New-jack-Groove,
Gonna get a hold on you,
And it’s gonna make your body move,
Cadillac, baby got back,
They don't make ‘em like they used to used to,
Well let me tell you ‘bout it all,
How it all was before.


Cadillac, baby got back,
They don't make ‘em like they used to used to,
Well let me tell you ‘bout it all,
How it all was before.

I want to be a butterfly

I have the disease of Modern Living
All too desperate and lonely
Hopping around, from one vagina to another
Looking for the real thing.

I want to be
Some kind of Butterfly
Things would be better
Things would be better
If I was
The kind of butterfly
Things would be better
Certainly better

Saying no it’s not a problem for me
You see, it never has been
My tragedy of all times
Is that I said yes, when I wanted to say no

I want to be
Some kind of Butterfly
Things would be better
Things would be better
If I was a kind of butterfly
Things would be better
Most certainly better

We just hoop and hoop to the next
And fuck again
Spreading all kinds of bacteria along the way
And all this in the name of love
In the name of love and I, of loneliness
Because if you fuck good enough
This time you might

never, never be lonely again

I want to be
Some kind of Butterfly
Things would be better
Things would be better
If I was a kind of

butterfly
Things would be better
Certainly better

There is a funny woman sitting across the bar from me
Twisting with her red hair and golden chain
She keeps on smiling
I don’t smile back
She stares at me perpetually


I want to be
Some kind of Butterfly
Things would be better
Things would be better
If I was a kind of butterfly
Things would be better
Most certainly better

If I was a kind of butterfly
Things would be better
I know, I know
Most certainly better

A butterfly…

DEAD OPERA STAR
I hope you'll forgive, I leave you tonight
I made my time, I'm saying goodbye
The show must go on, I feel so tired
I know it's a shame, but you will survive

I give my last breath, flee from the light
I must confess I had a good time
I'm hoping my songs will never die
Hoping they stay, a breeze in the night
Oh no,
A dead opera star
Oh no,
A dead opera star