Where Do You Think You're Going in That? (revisited) Songtext
von Kelly
Where Do You Think You're Going in That? (revisited) Songtext
Excuse me
What is that coming down my stairs?
You′d better just go ahead and turn yourself back around
And what we're gonna do is,
We′re gonna put some clothes on you. Those aren't clothes!
That's something those streetwalkers wear.
The proo-stitutes.
You wanna make five dollars?
Help your father put his shoes on.
If you wanna make five dollars, you just help your father put his shoes on. He has a bad back.
You wanna make ten?
March upstairs and change your clothes.
You′re not going out like that, missy.
You cannot leave this house.
Brenda from across the street will have a heart attack.
And it′ll be your fault.
You look like a transvestite, for cry-eye.
Your face is painted like a clown.
And it's not even funny.
You scare me.
Cannot believe you′re from my loins.
I'munna tell your father!
I′munna tell your father that you're looking like this!
Tart.
Not even a fruit tart. Fruit tarts are sweet.
Is that a tattoo? Oh, for cry-eye.
You don′t even know Chinese.
You better put some makeup on that, I have some foundation.
We're just gonna go ahead and cover that up.
I have a nice housedress. We can put a belt on it.
I don't see anybody else dressing like that, down the street, all those girls–
All those girls at the donut shop!
You′re gonna go right back upstairs and you′re gonna put something else on, because I'm not gonna have this.
Oh no, you′re not going, noooo
You got me flustered.
Now you got me flustered.
NOW you've got me FLUSTERED, lady! >:(You don′t like it when I'm flustered.
I get red, and my blood pressure goes up
And your father can′t talk to me for WEEKS!
Of course, your father can't talk to me anyway
Because he's deaf
What is that coming down my stairs?
You′d better just go ahead and turn yourself back around
And what we're gonna do is,
We′re gonna put some clothes on you. Those aren't clothes!
That's something those streetwalkers wear.
The proo-stitutes.
You wanna make five dollars?
Help your father put his shoes on.
If you wanna make five dollars, you just help your father put his shoes on. He has a bad back.
You wanna make ten?
March upstairs and change your clothes.
You′re not going out like that, missy.
You cannot leave this house.
Brenda from across the street will have a heart attack.
And it′ll be your fault.
You look like a transvestite, for cry-eye.
Your face is painted like a clown.
And it's not even funny.
You scare me.
Cannot believe you′re from my loins.
I'munna tell your father!
I′munna tell your father that you're looking like this!
Tart.
Not even a fruit tart. Fruit tarts are sweet.
Is that a tattoo? Oh, for cry-eye.
You don′t even know Chinese.
You better put some makeup on that, I have some foundation.
We're just gonna go ahead and cover that up.
I have a nice housedress. We can put a belt on it.
I don't see anybody else dressing like that, down the street, all those girls–
All those girls at the donut shop!
You′re gonna go right back upstairs and you′re gonna put something else on, because I'm not gonna have this.
Oh no, you′re not going, noooo
You got me flustered.
Now you got me flustered.
NOW you've got me FLUSTERED, lady! >:(You don′t like it when I'm flustered.
I get red, and my blood pressure goes up
And your father can′t talk to me for WEEKS!
Of course, your father can't talk to me anyway
Because he's deaf
Writer(s): Liam Kyle Sullivan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
