Too Much Too Soon

Say man, they tell me you think you're pretty good Don't you know you're in my neighborhood? They tell me you're pretty fast on them feets You best be at the dance hall down on 14th Street, you hear? There's gonna be a showdown There's gonna be a sho

I crashed in the jungle while trying to keep a date With my little girl, who was back in the States I was stranded in the jungle, afraid, alone Trying to figure a way to get a message back home But how was I to know that the wreckage of my plane Had

(A-1-2-3-4) I said Chatterbox I said ya squalk a lot C'mon, gimma some lips Yeah, Chatterbox I call you up Don't give me no line I'm comin' in your home On the chatterline All dressed up I got nowhere to go Seems like fun night On the telephone Said

In the darkness, infatuation Doesn't have a name Up in smoke goes inhibition Moths around a flame And we call it love Perfect strangers said forever I'm never lettin' go Thought you knew me, thought I knew you What did we know The fires that get too

Well, if you don't like it Go ahead, find yourself a saint Go ahead now, try to find a boy Who's gonna be what I ain't Now, what you need is a plastic doll With a fresh coat of paint Who's gonna sit through the madness And always acts so quaint Said

(whistle) Come on, boys When I woke up this mornin', boys, I was gone My girlfreind asked me where do I come from Put my face up in the mirror just to clock my wares First thing I know, I gotta get outta here (On back to) Babylon (I gotta get away to