Sweet sugar, sharp and silky - like a knife in the dark.
Coo-chi-coo, could you come on put some ice on my heart?
Take your cheap suit and shoes back to where they belong.
This ain't my first time around this dirty backstreet block.
You say what you want. You do or you don't! There's too much you on my Cell-O-Phone.
You say what you want. You do or you don't! There's too much you on my Cell-O-Phone.
About as cool and as smooth as a knuckle to the jaw.
Shoo-be-doo another fool thinks he's mighty Kong (Bing Bong).
Like a Rhino dancin' tangos in the Taj Mahal.
Your mouth is movin' all I hear is, "Blah, blah... Bing Bong! Bing Bong!"
You say what you want. You do or you don't! There's too much you on my Cell-O-Phone.
You say what you want. You do or you don't! There's too much you on my Cell-O-Phone.
What now? What now? What now? "Blah, blah..." What now? What now? "Bing Bong!"
"Blah, blah... Bing Bong!"
You say what you want. You do or you don't! There's too much you on my Cell-O-Phone.
You say what you want. You do or you don't! There's too much you on my Cell-O-Phone.