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Fun Lovin' Criminals

Scooby Snacks

 

Scooby Snacks

(album: Come Find Yourself - 1996)


[Ringo:] Everybody be cool; this is a robbery
[Yolanda:] Any of you fucking pricks move and I'll execute every motherfucking last one of ya!

Me and Fast got the gats, we're out to rob the bank
We got Steve outside carrying a full pack
And everything's cool and everything's smooth (hey, that's smooth)
I walk up to the teller, I give her the letter, she gives me the loot
With puckered up lips and a wink that I found cute
And I said "Baby, baby, baby"
"Is there some Kharmic Chi love-thing happening here baby or what?"
By that time Fast tapped me with the nine
And said it's time to blow, ya know, so out the door we go
Back to the ride, Steve inside and alive and off we drive
See, I hurt my lower lumbar, you know we never get far
Riding around in a stolen police car
So we dropped it off and piled in a Caddy, Steve was driving
Because I had to talk to my man about something

[Officer Nash:] Look, I don't know anything about any fucking set up; you can torture me all you want
[Mr. Blonde:] Torture you? That's good, that's a good idea. I like that one

Running around, robbing banks
All wacked off the Scooby Snacks
Running around, robbing banks
All wacked off the Scooby Snacks

Now I don't give a fuck about the Hell's gate
Ain't punking the crowd, man I'm still standing up staight
So, we pull these jobs to make a little money
No one gets hurt if they don't act funny (funny)
On the way to the yacht, we almost got caught
Fast shooting mailboxes, not knowing where the cop is (yeah)
They're at the Dunking Donuts adjacent from the Froman's
Whose mailbox Fast had just exploded
They gave chase, but my man Steve's an ace
And we lost those brothers with haste, haste
We casted off and along we went off
Bermuda to an island resort we rented

[Mr. White:] Sonny, I need you cool. Are you cool?
[Mr. Pink:] I am cool

Running around, robbing banks
All wacked off the Scooby Snacks
Running around, robbing banks
All wacked off the Scooby Snacks

Running around, robbing banks
All wacked off the Scooby Snacks
Running around, robbing banks
All wacked off the Scooby Snacks

done

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