Lyrics David Lee Roth

David Lee Roth

Two Fools A Minute

Here's a little combination for you

Seems like everything I like

Will make me sick or poor or fat (Says who?)

Ooh, you beautiful doll

Save one for me and try not to laugh

(Who's got the time?)

Who'll hold the horses

Now you see it, now you don't, right

Now I've seen everything

Least everything I want

Tasty, very sweet

Honey, for the life of me

Tell me baby, please

Who's that unexpected company?

So it's up the road, turn right next Thursday

Think that's where I'm gone

I ain't drowning, just waving

Ain't even worth a song, no

Take one for yourself now, Billy

Don't be shy

Yeah

Look at them hard hats work

We was making something of it

And X did mark the spot

But Y's a crooked letter

I forgot

But not me Chief, I'm just Radar

I don't talk in front of the kids

I know the difference

See, the meek shall inherit shit

I'd wait for her parade

While she's out doing Yankee Doodle

Thought I had it made

But the gravy train was late as usual

And it's up the road, turn right next Thursday

Think that's where I'm gone

I ain't drowning just waving

Ain't even worth a song

See you in the funny papers

Guess that's where I'll be

They say two fools born a minute

Guess that makes me three, hey

Modulate, daddy, modulate

Oh oh, oh

Ooh, sizzling to the top

Up, up, up, up, up, up the road, turn right next Thursday

Think that's where I'm gone

I ain't drowning just waving

Ain't even worth a little song

See you in the funny papers

Guess that's where I'll be

If there's two fools born a minute

I am all three, wait a minute

Two fools born a minute

Wait a minute, wait a minute, what time is it?

Let me check it out

Oh, oh

Three fools born a minute

I knew I had company in here

Where's the drummer?

Four fools born a minute

Wait a minute, wait a minute

I don't know how many people can get in the back here

Billy you've gotta drive

Five fools born a minute

No, no, we can't let Stevie drive

Six fools born a minute

That's right don't be staring at your stereo, fool

I tell ya all, yeah

Shit, I've gotta be home before the end of record