[Chorus: ]nWell just slow down, come on Lupe BrownnTell Desdemona that I'm ready to leavenWell she's nothing much to look at and she's hard to believenDon't go down, throw you're arms aroundnEvery little psycho that you happen to seenWell you meant everything to them but you meant nothing to mennWell you're girlfriend made me itchnAnd though I'll keep you in mind I would be happy to switchnI don't know where you got that voicenBut I would sell it to London, if you gave me the choicenCheck those old clothes and those red bowsnThough you're a scrawny pup, I would be happy just to cheer you up, oh yes, ohnn[Chorus: ]nnYou got nothing I wish to stealn'Cause I got nothing to give you on account of LucillenShe don't walk like a cripple shouldnWell she's Colombia's finest oh, she's better than good, ohnWednesday's DJ's came in side waysnYelling for the mother of the sister of the sister and the brother of Orla, the teasenn[Chorus: ]