Mooseboy Alfonzo and
His Prairie Troubadours
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| You're the type of guy That can't control your girl You try to buy her lovin' With diamonds and with pearls I'm the type of guy That shows up on the scene And gets the seven digits You know it's just routine And you're the type of guy That tells her, "Stay inside" While you're out steady frontin' In your homeboy's ride I'm the type of guy That comes in when you leave I'm doing your girlfriend That's something you just You just can't Believe I'm that type of guy You're the type of guy That gets suspicious I'm the type of guy that says "The puddin' is delicious" You're the type of guy that has no idea A sneaky, freaky brother's Sneaking in there from the rear I'm the type of guy that loves a dedicated lady Their boyfriends are boring And I can drive 'em crazy You're the type of guy to give her money to shop She gave me a sweater...thank you Sweetheart I'm that type of guy I'm the type of guy that picks her up from work early Takes her out to breakfast, lunch, Then dinner and breakfast You're the type of guy that's eatin' a TV dinner Talking all the time about how You're gonna kill her You're the type of guy that likes to drink Olde English I'm the type of guy to cold put on a pamper You're the type of guy to say "What are you talkin' bout?" I'm the type of guy to leave my drawers... In your hamper I'm that type of guy Oh wee oh - oooohhhh (Oh, it's far-fetched. I mean, here's this sweet, lovely, delicate girl. Beautiful, talented. Sings, dances, plays the cello. And she falls for this big sloppy goof. Shirt open down to here, ain't had a haircut in six weeks...now how are you gonna believe a thing like that, it's just too far-fetched.) (Uh, hey baby, huh-huh, are you one of the ones that like, does it?) (Ah, tell me, schatze, is it twue what they say about the way you people are...gifted? [sound of zipper opening] Oh, it's twue. It's twue. It's twue. It's twue!) (I mean there's a lot of things in this world I might be worried about, but losing Thelma Lou is not one of them.) (Would you care for another schnitzengruben? No, thank you. Fifteen is my limit on schnitzengruben. Well, then uh, how 'bout a little ah...[whispers in ear] Baby, please! I am not from Havana!) (I got that little girl right in my hip pocket. Huh?) T-y-p-e-g-u-y I'm that type of guy To give you a pound and then wink my eye I'm like a bandit You caught red-handed But when I knew her Well, you just couldn't understand it 'Cause you're the type of guy That don't know the time Swearing up and down "You know that girl is all mine" I'm the type of guy to let you keep believin' it Go ahead to work, while I defrost it And season it I'm that type of guy So ridiculous Yeah, it's so funny I don't know Come on down Yeah Like real cool, you know what I mean? I dunno, I like just going to your front door Ring the bell And just like, ha, leave out the window When you come home at night Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha |
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the type of guy that can't control your girl You try to buy her love with diamonds and pearls I'm the type of guy that shows up on the scene And gets the seven digits, you know the routine You're the type of guy that tells her, "Stay inside" While you're steady frontin' in your homeboy's ride I'm the type of guy that comes when you leave I'm doin' your girlfriend, that's somethin you can't believe Cause I'm that type of guy You're the type of guy that gets suspicious I'm the type of guy that says, "The puddin' is delicious" You're the type of guy that has no idea That a sneaky, freaky brother's sneakin' in from the rear I'm the type of guy to eat it, when he won't And look in the places that your boyfriend don't You're the type of guy to try to call me a punk Not knowin' that your main girl's bitin' my chunk I'm the type of guy that loves a dedicated lady Their boyfriends are borin', and I can drive 'em crazy You're the type of guy to give her money to shop She gave me a sweater [kiss] thank you, sweetheart I'm that type of guy I'm the type of guy that picks her up from work early Takes her to breakfast, lunch, dinner, and breakfast You're the type of guy eatin' a TV dinner Talkin about... "Goddamn it, I'ma kill her" I'm the type of guy to make her say, "Why you're illin', Baybee?" ...You're the type of guy to say, "My lower back is killin' me" ...Catch my drift? You're the type of guy that likes to drink Olde English I'm the type of guy to cold put on a pamper You're the type of guy to say, "What you talkin' bout?" I'm the type of guy to leave my drawers in your hamper I'm that type of guy I'm that type of guy You know what I mean? Check it out... T-y-p-e g-u-y I'm that type of guy to give you a pound and wink my eye Like a bandit, caught me red-handed, took her for granted But when I screwed her, you couldn't understand it Cause you're the type of guy that don't know the time Swearin' up and down, "That girl's all mine" I'm the type of guy to let you keep believin' it Go 'head to work, while I defrost it, and season it I'm that type of guy I'm that type of guy Know what I mean I'm that type of guy So ridiculous So funny I don't know Come on down Yeah Like real cool, you know what I mean? I like just going to your front door ring the bell And just like, ha, leave...out the window when you come home at night Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha |
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