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