No, I Can’t Say (Thank You For Speaking To Me Mustapha)

“What song would our record company like us to do?”

“How about I Can’t Say No?”

“Yes”…

I stand in a bath of my blood
A nation watches me upon its bended knees
I pluck out a song from the air
And like a comfy chair, it warms them up down there
And all the crops are in the fields
And all the dogs in their high heels
A nation jubilant
So gay and so tumescent
The man who sings this song is me

I can’t say no
And I think you know
I’m eager but slow
And I can’t say no

I will give you all I possess
Except my home address for reasons you can guess
I know I’m living a lie
But like this stupid song my life it must go on
From here to good old Serbia
By way of Prague and Bucharest
Cash is the new religion
We seek its holy wisdom
Walking is law and Brad is sex

I can’t say no
And I think you know
I’m eager but slow
And I can’t say no

I can’t say no
I can’t say no
Oh come on, here you go
And I can’t say no

If you want my body and you think I’m sexy
Come on and let me know
It’s so funny we don’t talk anymore
Hey Hey Hey

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