Lyrics Visions - Ugly Duckling

Visions

Nor a backseat driver who missed the off-ramp
It seems magic beans bring hope to a dope
Who’s lured into a gingerbread house by a louse
Who sneaks up behind to make the big incision
And chews the life out of a lad who had a foolish vision
(Young Einstein) Vision?
You mean like the skateboard?
(Dizzy) Yeah, but my ma was low on cash so I had to thrash a Nash
Down the block, shell-shocked in shelter from the tempest
Climbing out of Hades looking for Olympus
(Andy C) Imagination if you can, make the vision grand
I was a honeycomb kid, now I’m a raisin bran man
When I’m hipping superchicken across the beat street
The king of the street on days they don’t sweep
I would never aim to be what someone claims to be
In fact, I’d be ashamed to be anyone other than me, Andy
Captain E.O.
in a Geo cause I take up space
Not the baby honey lover with the make-up case
Not the scantily clad rappin' fad you see on the box
I’m catching zees not disease, I harm alarm clocks
And I’ll still be young within when I have a double chin and wrinkled skin
Needing reading contacts for cataracts
(Dizzy) and icepacks for bad backs
(Andy C) x-lax for moving
Correct I’ll call collect on telephones with twine lines
Find adventures sipping thirst quenchers through my dentures
(Dizzy) Go ahead with your own life
(Andy C) and let me live mine
I want to have a spouse with a white blouse
Who doesn’t dig in my pouch when I’m asleep on the couch
I said, I want to have a spouse with a white blouse
Who doesn’t dig in my pouch when I’m asleep on the couch
Put your eyes under your hand
Make the vision grand
Imagination if you can
Make the vision grand
UD’s the type of band
Make the vision grand
Imagination if you can
Make the vision grand
(Dizzy) I’ll be the knee in the rib of the kid who said I wouldn’t do what I did
I take that back because my life’s become a knife to cut him slack
While most did not care, I welcomed back Kotter
And shot up like a flare of hot air from ground water
Halfway there means back to square one
So if Luck be a Lady I’m’a get her hair done
It seems as if I can’t win for losing, choosing
Dos and do nots is like the tie in double shoe-knots
You’ve got to pull some strings and hope the knot shakes
Maybe Special K or Ozone can give me a break
I don’t want to get locked down in the bad decision prison of the living dead
Rotting with the vision in my head
Of laughing at the man who spends yens on trends
I’ll lend tens to friends trapped in dead ends
But if rapping doesn’t happen it’s no biggy
I’ll just find another door to open and say «hello» like Squiggy
Put your eyes under your hand
Make the vision grand
Imagination if you can
Make the vision grand
UD’s the type of band
Make the vision grand
Imagination if you can
Make the vision grand
(Andy C) Tough guys give stares to Care Bears named Kindheart
Before drilling like Maximilian killing Doctor Reinhart
I’d hide my pride, keep it inside
You’ll give an Egyptian a conniption when you mock his stride
Now if I’m only allowed to be part of the crowd
I can mentally leave with the words I weave, and
Ripley wouldn’t believe speech patterns I use
I got Huey Lewis a new drug, he gave me the news
Some try in vain to gain an advantage
I’m not Bobby the Brain or Captain Lou but I’ll manage
To be fresh with the pencil lead
Like a cartoon’s acme product when I drop it on your head, I said
I want to live where cowards don’t pull guns out
And when I’m in the shower the hot water never runs out
I want to live where cowards don’t pull guns out
And when I’m in the shower the hot water never runs out
Put your eyes under your hand
Make the vision grand
Imagination if you can
Make the vision grand
UD’s the type of band
Make the vision grand
Imagination if you can
Make the vision grand