Stick Around

It's well in hand Five fingers and a palm and a plan Young Martin Sheen starin' up at the fan Send me up the river bumpin' Steely Dan I'll get a real nice tan Make some real nice friends like a young Larry Fishburne Going real well, don't piss in the cistern Life's a bitch, I'm not dating her sister I got both them whores on the floor playin' Twister So just let me go on like a blister In the sun, six-six guns in fist fer Anyone who feels they wanna challenge the kid Grew talons and a tail and the challenger hid Like JD Salinger did And it's a perfect day to banana your shit I'm an amateur pro, yeah, that's my whole paradigm I'll take a pair of dimes anywhere they wanna dine No joke job, no D. Carradine No Hutchins, I must just stick around and shine Like the son of the sun Told my weapons expert put a gun on my gun He was like "Right you are sir But funds are low, please don't buy the bar, sir Stage your drag race on Mars, sir Blow up the stars, put your face where the stars were" So [?] get my plans back Or find more villages to pillage and ransack Or hijack the NASDAQ One percent of that, and put it on black Put a mask on my face And ask for a case broad day in a chase Take a pretty bank teller by the hand "Baby, you can tell me all about it on the lam" [Chorus] It's well in hand The girls and the palm in the sand The jankiest among us still can luck out So Frankie says chill the fuck out It's well in hand The girls and the palm in the sand The jankiest among us still can luck out So Frankie says chill the fuck out