| Well, you say you want a home where you’ll be king
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| Where only your word will go
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| You’ll have to pardon my expression, master
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| 'Cause, you see, don’t no one man stop my show
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| You say you want a home where I’ll be a slave
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| Right or wrong, you’re in the know
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| Well, you see, I don’t need no dictator
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| And don’t no one monkey run my show
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| Wherever you go, I’m gonna be right there
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| I’ll clean and wash and do the cooking, dear
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| But, please don’t try to rule me
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| Because Mama has already schooled me
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| You say you want a home where you are boss
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| Like a being tender might make it so
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| As long as we can do it fifty-fifty
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| Then, baby, maybe one time you will be able stop the show
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| Other than that
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| No one man, uh uh, no, don’t stop my show |