[ Featuring the Harpoonist ]
Televisions all I see
Frequencies fill my dreams
I've been running all night long
I'm a double chin chain smoking satellite bomb
Hot steppin with a beggars stumble
Han Solo with the legs up mambo
Cool ranching on a Hollywood chick
Watching Hollywood boys doing Hollywood tricks
Cool Ranching
Cool Ranching
A ringy ding ding what's this that I hear
Mr Bojangles with the Candy man cheer
Old Sammy Davis coming thru the screen
He's got a swat team swinging in my spatula drawer
Swat team swinging
Swat team swinging
Fat back bacon butty half shell crunch
Half cooked, half cocked, half open for lunch
I'm a Moscow mule on a bobblehead dash
Lo ballin on a hi ball hurricane stash (rpt)
Cause I'm cool ranching
(tell em Sammy)
Cause I'm cool ranching
(tell em Sammy)
Pigeon fried chicken this is Saturday night
I'm watching bob ross cloud toss
And stars in the sky
I need a few good strokes
And I'll be saying goodnight
Cause if you're doing this well
You know I'm doin it right.
I'm cool ranching x mucho
Said I'm never gonna leave it
This careless vision of a dream
I've been waking up terrified
From what I've never seen
Said there's nothing in between us
Nothing but the screengreen
You've been livin down in paradise
And you don't wanna see it
As we fall down and down
