it's like it always rains when I run my brain,
the chitter chatter's got me shattered,
and I feel like I'm scattered now,
i'm battered,
knocked down to the concrete,
because I'm cruising past that parking lot on 17th street,
that's where me and my girl locked in a backseat bliss,
i can't believe that all this bullshit started up with a kiss,
it's like all my dreams they turn into a lie,
and now I'm feeling like I'm sitting on the edge of a knife

woah now woah hey woah say woah,
i wanna tell her that I love her but I don't all the time,
woah now woah hey woah say woah,
it's got me drinking and I'm thinking as I drive through the light,
staring out through the windshield wipers,
then it hits me like a shot from the sniper

judy that baby ain't got my eyes,
i wonder whose eyes they is,
yeah, judy that baby ain't got my smile,
i wonder whose smile that is, yeah…

shit had me fool proof,
but I'm the fool with the proof,
it's just an urban legend if ya think that you'll be happy,
the truth is that la vida loca was all about you creepy sneaking,
yeah yeah,
you got me drinkin' yo,
you got the luscious johnson,
you got the magic bone,
now you don't get no money like the lawyer said on the phone,
i come to ransack your shack,
your suburb,
your Cadillac,
full custody,
i'll take it all back!

woah now woah hey woah say woah,
i wanna tell her that I love her but I don't all the time,
woah now woah hey woah say woah,
i got the feeling that I'm living at the scene of a crime,
staring out through the windshield wipers,
then it hits me like a shot from the sniper

Judy, that baby ain't got my eyes,
I wonder whose eyes they is,
Yeah,
Judy, that baby ain't got my smile,
I wonder whose smile that is,
Yeah…

It's no use, it's no use…

woah now woah hey woah say woah,
i wanna tell her that I love her but I don't all the time,
woah now woah hey woah say woah,
i got the feeling like I'm living at the scene of a crime,
woah now woah hey woah say woah,
i coulda sworn that I was tripping it was such a surprise,
woah now woah hey woah say woah,
and now my grip is kinda slipping while my little one cries,
Staring out through the windshield wipers,
then it hits me like a shot from the sniper

Judy, that baby ain't got my eyes,
I wonder whose eyes they is,
(Those eyes see),
Yeah,
Judy, that baby ain't got my smile,
(Ain't got my smile),
i wonder whose smile that is,
(I wonder),
Yeah,
Judy, that baby ain't got my style,
(That baby),
(That baby),
I wonder whose style that is,
(Woah I wonder),
Yeah,
Judy, that baby just ain't my child,
(It ain't my child),
I wonder whose child that is,
I know it ain't mine…

it must be his, his his his,
it must be his, yeeeeaaah…