Why Judy Songtext
von Hot Action Cop

It′s like it always rains when I run my brain
The chitter-chatter's got me shattered
And I feel like I′m scattered now, I'm battered
Knocked down to the concrete
Because I'm cruisin′ past that parking lot on 17th Street
That′s where me and my girl locked in a back seat bliss
I can't believe that all this bullshit started off with a kiss
It′s like all of my dreams, they turned into a life
And now I'm feeling like I′m sitting on the edge of a knife

Whoa now, whoa hey, whoa say whoa
I wanna tell her that I love her, but I don't all the time
Whoa now, whoa hey, whoa say whoa
It′s got me drinkin' and I'm thinkin′ as I drive through the lights
Staring out through the windshield wipers
Then it hits me like a shot from a sniper

Judy, that baby ain′t got my eyes
I wonder whose eyes they is (yeah)
Judy that baby ain't got my smile
I wonder whose smile that is (yeah)


Should have it foolproof, but I′m the fool with the proof
It's just an urban legend if you think that you′ll be happy
The truth is that "La Vida Loca" was all about you creepy sneakin'
Yeah, yeah, you got me tweakin′, yo
You got the luscious Johnson, you got the magic bone
Now you don't get no money like the lawyer said on the phone
I come to ransack your shack, your suburb, your Cadillac
Full custody, I'll take it all back

Whoa now, whoa hey, whoa say whoa
I wanna tell her that I love her, but I don′t all the time
Whoa now, whoa hey, whoa say whoa
I got the feeling that I′m living at the scene of the crime
Staring out through the windshield wipers
Then it hits me like a shot from a sniper

Judy, that baby ain't got my eyes
I wonder whose eyes they is (yeah)
Judy that baby ain′t got my smile
I wonder whose smile that is (yeah)

La, la, la, la
It's no use
It′s no use
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la


Whoa now, whoa hey, whoa say whoa
I wanna tell her that I love her, but I don't all the time
Whoa now, whoa hey, whoa say whoa
I got the feeling like I′m living at the scene of a crime
Whoa now, whoa hey, whoa say whoa
I could've sworn that I was trippin', it was such a surprise
Whoa now, whoa hey, whoa say whoa
And now my grip is kinda slippin′ while my little one cries
Staring out through the windshield wipers
Then it hits me like a shot from a sniper

Judy, that baby ain′t got my eyes
I wonder whose eyes they is (yeah)
Judy that baby ain't got my smile
I wonder whose smile that is (yeah)

Judy, that baby ain′t got my style
I wonder whose style that is (yeah)
Judy, that baby just ain't my child
I wonder whose child that is
I know it ain′t mine

It must be his, his, his, his
It must be his, yeah