I got that crank trippin’
Babe it’s you
I got that grape kool-aid filled swimming pool
I got those Roomba robots that clean the floor
I got that mother of pearl oyster fork for sure
I got that Tammy Faye milk money butterscotch
I got that Mama Cass you know I got that Peter Tosh
I got it all
Yes it’s [bad word] 
So why don’t I get you…

I got that Bob Fosse
I got that Joey Ramone
bag of Bill Murray
Damien Hirst Telephone
Check got that gold-thronged studded alligator leather
Digital-video picture frame of us together
I got that honey-dipped tennis wear just for play
I got the sun to set you know I always got so vain
I got it all
Yes it’s [bad word] 
…So why don’t I get you

Audacity of Huge 
I got that 

Brand new Lincoln playin’ PM Dawn
With the dat-player minidisc cd-rom
Book collection with an autographed James Joyce
Bio-diesel dirigible, ba-baby it’s choice
Double Dutch dinosaur duplex in Dubai
I’ll be there with my friend the Sultan of [bad word] 
I got it all
Yes it’s [bad word] 
So why don’t I have you…