Karaoké Fate's Right Hand Rodney Crowell

Cool as a rule you don't learn in no school

You can't brown nose the teacher from a dunce hat stool

It's the hum and the rhythm the birds and the bees

The mommas and the poppas and the monkeys in the trees

Brothers and sisters livin' life on the street

Play the hunch, pull the punch

You'll never get beat

By the junk food, tattooed white dude, true blued

Honky with an attitude comin' unglued

Fate's right hand

I don't understand at all

Redrum, dot com dim sum, smart bombs

Double cappuccino and a heart like a tom tom

Ozone long gone, that's it I quit

Natural inclination says enough of this

Brat pack, black jack heart attack, crack

We need another news channel like a hole in the back

There's a one eight-seven on the four-o-five

We all go to heaven on a hard disk drive

Fate's right hand

I don't under stand at all

Billy loves women like a junky loves dope

Give him just enough rope

The monkey's gon' choke

She's a Bill Blass combo maxed out mambo

D.K.N.Y. caught him in a lie

Ken Starr word man

We're talkin' absurd

Spending forty million dollars just to give the man the bird

He's a king, she's a queen the rap won't stick

Get it on with a rubber and you won't get sick

Fate's right hand

I don't understand at all

Fate's right hand

Man, I don't understand at all