Lyrics
Well, just slow down
Come on, Lupe Brown
Tell Desdemona that I'm ready to leave
Well, she's nothing much to look at, and she's hard to believe
Well, don't go down
Throw your arms around
Every little psycho that you happen to see
Well, you meant everything to them, but you meant nothing to me
Well, your girlfriend made me itch
And though I'll keep you in mind, I would be happy to switch
I don't know where you got that voice
But I would sell it to London if you gave me the choice
And check those old clothes, and those red bows
Though you're a scrawny pup, I would be happy just to cheer you up
Oh yes, oh well, yeah just slow down
Come on, Lupe Brown
Tell Desdemona that I'm ready to leave
Well, she's nothing much to look at, and she's hard to believe
Well, don't go down
Throw your arms around
Every little psycho that you happen to see
Well, you meant everything to them, but you meant nothing to me
You got nothing I wish to steal
'Cause I got nothing to give you on account of Lucille
She don't walk like a cripple should
Well, she's Colombia's finest, oh, she's better than good, oh
Wednesday's DJs came in sideways
Yelling for the mother of the sister, and the brother of Orla the Tease
Well, just slow down
Come on, Lupe Brown
Tell Desdemona that I'm ready to leave
Well, she's nothing much to look at, and she's hard to believe
Well, don't go down
Throw your arms around
Every little psycho that you happen to see
Well, you meant everything to them, but you meant nothing to me
Well, just slow down (slow down)
Come on, Lupe Brown (Lupe Brown)
Tell Desdemona that I'm ready to leave
Well, she's nothing much to look at, and she's hard to believe
Well, don't go down (go down)
Throw your arms around (arms around)
Every little psycho that you happen to see
Well, you meant everything to them, but you meant nothing to me
