Testo My Cousin Greg

My cousin Greg
He's a greedy son of a bitch
He's making his way
From Florida up to LA
He left the tropicana
Passed through Louisiana
He laughs hard and carries on
But he can barely stand ya
All his physicist buddies
They all wear the Snow White coats
And gogles to shield
The elements from their eyes
Gregs companion Andy
He lives his life
Vicariously through his mathematics

If you wanna live the good life
Well, you better stay away from the limelight
Well, you better stay away from the limelight

They call him rollin James
He's got a heart thats made of brains He fell in love once
And thought about it for a day
Hey Greg
Where'd you go last night
He says I don't know
But I woke up with a pocket full of lute

If you wanna live the good life
Well, you better stay away from the limelight
(Well, you better stay away from the limelight

Hey Greg
Where'd one of your shoes go
He looked at me and said
Thats not important
Please
Don't you point
Your photon ray gun At me

If you wanna live the good life
Well, you better stay away from the limelight (x4)