[Verse 1]

Hello and hallelujah for the Wheel of Fortune

Thank God they got a selection of men they can auction

Be him black be him white

Rude, stink or polite

They got catalogue you know

Honey Dips hold tight

Form a line form a line

Behind me U know what I'm sayin'

I bin waiting since last year child I'm not playin'

Imo find myself somebody if it takes all week

Find me a piece of butt and no longer will I seek



[Verse 2]

First off I got a drug dealer

A heart stealer

Bucks hangin' out his butt

To him it was no big deal

Bought me this bought me that

Tried to spread me forget that

My name was not Country Crock

You big Spock-looking muskrat

Having money don't make you God

Find yourself a hole for you to stick your rod

No no no we can't be lovers

No no no we can't be friends

Only one thing left to do

Have to spin again



[Verse 3]

The second was a bum crumb

Nothing having mug

Personality OK but face looking like a pug

He said "Come over to my house and watch movies"

I said who me so that you can do me

Not that I would but at least the dealer would have paid

You don't want to spend no money and you wanna get laid

Back off!

Here's a dollar and the deal

Treat yourself to White Castle's

For me it's back to the wheel



[Verse 4]

The third was a white collar working in Manhattan

When he walked when he talked

When he ate there was a pattern

He tried to change the way I dressed and I talked

Showing me the difference

In the different types of forks

I said "hey Mr. Connoiseur, you can stuff it"

You gotta love me for me or love nothin'

Take your forks and shove 'em all

Where the sun don't shine

And I'm back to spin the wheel just one more time



[Verse 5]

The final was a cop from up the block

The type that catches kids

From picking next door neighbor's locks

He liked to keep tabs

Don't you know he was a psycho

He also liked to hit

I said well now it's time that I go

I said don't touch me you might lose your nutz

I'll stick 'em in a pickle jar and wouldn't give a butt

Keep your hands to yourself if you know what I'm sayin'

There's a knife in my bag

Brother man I'm not playin' ya know



[Verse 6]

There you go there you have it

Wheel of fortune didn't work

Instead of meetin' gentlemen I met a bunch of jerks

One wid too much money the other not a cent

One too snobby and the other had no sense

I guess for Monie it's right back to the drawling board

How long will it be before I actually score

I gotta find somebody to unleash all this affection

I know what Imo do

I think I'll try the Love Connection