Lyrics:
Spin Doctors Up For Grabs Live

My baby's nice, she's so polite Said, "Please" when she ask me stay the night She's around the house and she love me so real She pickin' up a little bit

Take the lowest common denominator, The tiniest grain of sand. Like the first digit of our fingers Points back to the whole hand. Follow the spear flight

't got no friends Yo mama's a pajama, yo mama's a llama Yo mama's a pajama I love myself, I think I'm grand I like to sit and hold my hand When I grow up