VERSE 1:
sharma sharma sharma, were you raised on a farm?
sharma sharma sharma, did you sleep in a barn?
i’m gonna have to twist your arm, take you back, back to the farm…
’cause you’re behaving all crazy and my memory must be hazy…
but i know when we were young it just was part of your charm…
VERSE 2:
noga musta missed you on the first time around…
although i tried to get to know ya without making a sound…
and so i danced ’til i fell down, tried to laugh it off, tried to be a clown…
thinkin’ something better’s coming (just one dance, it don’t mean nothin’)
but i guess it did ’cause the next morning noga left town…
VERSE 3:
rosa rosa second time around i will win…
though it’s been so many years i don’t know where to begin…
and now her fiancee is jesus christ and he said it’d be a “sin”
and so i wouldn’t even bother (let’em all just kill each other)
and now she’s running to her mother and she won’t let me in…
VERSE 4:
sharma sharma sharma, try improving your karma…
improving sharma’s karma with a shot in the arm…
you know the third time’s the charm…
they’ll take you back, back to the farm…
that’s where they tranquilize the cows…
just so they wouldn’t be allowed to know…
what’s really gonna happen (just so they won’t be alarmed…)
and they’ll awake you from your slumber…
and then they’ll make you chop some lumber…
they give everyone a number, it’s tattooed on your arm…
and they’ll awake you from your slumber
then they’ll make you chop some lumber
they give everyone a number, it’s tattooed on your arm
BRIDGE:
rosa rosa rosa, i knew i shoulda chose ya…
but the lord lord took her from me…
literally, the lord took her from me…
OUTRO:
so what? so what?
my mommy thinks you’re a slut
i can’t help it…
so what? so what?
your daddy thinks i’m a nut
i can’t help it…
i can’t help it…
i can’t stand fooling around…
but now i’m forcing it down…
i’m down for anything now…
i can’t help it…
so what? so what?
looks like we’re stuck in a rut…
i can’t help it…
so what? so what?
feels like a punch to the gut…
i can’t help it…
i can’t help it…
feels like the time before last…
but now the moment has passed…
but now the moment has passed…
i can’t help it…