Juke blastin' faster, slow it down
If I huff and I puff, can I blow it down?
In every disco in San Francisco
I had a chance, but I missed though
Can I write the hits though?
The kind they play on the radio stations
Patience is a virtue
If the agents haven't heard you, preferred you
They'll desert you like Benedict Arnold
I won't be d***ed around, no
Drinking water while they are sipping wine
Sittin' in their condo or mansion
I'm off in a tangent again
Before I make my way to the end
The sentence must mend or be bandaged
A slight disadvantage.
I know we sound full but we're famished.
Chorus:
We get feast all the time, all the time
We get famine all the time, all the time
We get feast all the time, all the time
We get the famine all the time, all the time
They say it takes a song, so I went along
Trippin' and fallin', bawlin' out my eyes
Wishin' that I was recording.
They say I'm gonna have to wait
For another week for the cake
I say oh, my soul, what is this rigamarole?
They're always dealing sour cards, so I fold
I don't wanna get rich before I'm old
I just wanna get my belly full
[Chorus]
All the time
All the time
All the time
All the time
We get feast all the time, all the time
We get famine all the time, all the time
We get feast all the time, all the time
We get the famine
If I huff and I puff, can I blow it down?
In every disco in San Francisco
I had a chance, but I missed though
Can I write the hits though?
The kind they play on the radio stations
Patience is a virtue
If the agents haven't heard you, preferred you
They'll desert you like Benedict Arnold
I won't be d***ed around, no
Drinking water while they are sipping wine
Sittin' in their condo or mansion
I'm off in a tangent again
Before I make my way to the end
The sentence must mend or be bandaged
A slight disadvantage.
I know we sound full but we're famished.
Chorus:
We get feast all the time, all the time
We get famine all the time, all the time
We get feast all the time, all the time
We get the famine all the time, all the time
They say it takes a song, so I went along
Trippin' and fallin', bawlin' out my eyes
Wishin' that I was recording.
They say I'm gonna have to wait
For another week for the cake
I say oh, my soul, what is this rigamarole?
They're always dealing sour cards, so I fold
I don't wanna get rich before I'm old
I just wanna get my belly full
[Chorus]
All the time
All the time
All the time
All the time
We get feast all the time, all the time
We get famine all the time, all the time
We get feast all the time, all the time
We get the famine