Flight Of The Bootymaster (Flight Of The Bootymaster)-OZMA

Flight Of The Bootymaster (Flight Of The Bootymaster) Ozma Wesley willis starts to break down Feels the beat and hits the dance floor I will listen to the radio Still i can't hear you on the telephone It's a shakedown so count from one to three And shake your booty 'til the early dawn You gotta be laid back, rock to obscurity Then you will surely find there's nothing wrong with me Three months have passed And no reception has left me searching for another one It's too bad that i was believing That you could ever be more than deceiving And when i listen to the radio Now i'm not thinking things about you And all the things you say that drive me crazy Could not compare to the things you never say Now is the end I will call her a friend I won't regret what i said (what i said) When i become a man then i will surely see That you were just a girl and you were wrong for me If you would ever call i know that i'd be home Because i'm waiting and i'm all alone