Arriving on foreign soil I see a lady with a foreign hairstyle I bought in a perfect foil For my protagonist… But meanwhile she told me her name was Shaka? And she smiled while trying not to smile I snuck another shot of Banocka??? And now I find her in the mystery file With all the other brain-washers (ooh) My love on a seat of my 74′ impala, four door My love obviously going to make you move? and holler for more Oh-oh I need a restaurant I need a restaurant I need a restaurant I need a restaurant I’m meeting potential buyers When stopped before I could drink my coffee Now I’m putting out her fires And I just can’t get her monkey off me Time for a new set of tyres to drive me to a new city Surround myself with new liars And build a new monstrosity On wish to land my helicopter (Ooh) My love on a seat of my 74′ impala, four door My love obviously going to make you bleed? and holler for more Oh-oh I need a restaurant I need a restaurant I need a restaurant I need a restaurant Big, big business at the makers, make Dirty, dirty business at the takers, take I hate to see you die for a rookie mistake Stuffing your face with uranium cake You know I can’t take it when you’re running late I’m setting you a trap but I forgot the bait I see my f**ing food but I’ve gotta wait I see my f**ing food but I’ve gotta wait Oh no! Oh no! GO!