Lyrics Chemo Limo - Regina Spektor

I had a dream
Crispy crispy Benjamin Franklin came over and
Baby sat all four of my kids

Then in my dream, I told the doctor off
He said, if you don't want to do it
Then you don't have to do it
He said, the truth is you'll be okay, anyway
Then in my dream

Crispy crispy Benjamin Franklin and the doctor
Went and had a talk with my boss
Something about insurance policies

They kept the door closed at all times
I couldn't hear or see
When they came out they said

You'll be okay, anyway
And I smiled 'cause I'd known it all the while
No thank you, no thank you, no thank you, no thank you

I don't have to pay for this shit
I couldn't afford chemo like I couldn't afford a limo
And on any given day, I'd rather ride a limousine
No thank you, no thank you, no thank you, no thank you

I ain't about to to die like this
I couldn't afford chemo like I couldn't afford a limo
And besides this shit is making me tired
It's making me tired
It's making me tired
You know I plan to retire someday

But mama gonna go out in style
Go out in style
This shit it's making me tired

It's making me tired
It's making me tired
Mama gonna go out in style
Go out in style

When I woke up
The kids were being quiet
I knew it was a dream right away
I called the limousine company

Then I got dressed
I dressed the kids as well
The limousine pulled in
We piled in

The doctor asked which way we were headed
I said, sir, let's just go west and he listened obediently
Sophie only wants to listen to radio BBC

Michael sat on my knees and whispered to me
All about the meanies
Jacqueline was being such a big girl

With her cup of tea looking out of the window
And Barbara, she looks just like my mom
Oh my Barbara
She looks so much like my mom

No thank you, no thank you, no thank you, no thank you
I don't have to pay for this shit
I couldn't afford chemo like I couldn't afford a limo
And on any given day, I'd rather ride a limousine

No thank you, no thank you, no thank you, no thank you
I ain't about to die like this
I couldn't afford chemo like I couldn't afford a limo
And besides this shit is making me tired
It's making me tired
It's making me die

You know, I plan to retire someday
But mama gonna go out in style
Go out in style

This shit, it's making me tired
It's making me tired
It's making me tired
Mama gonna go out in style
Go out in style

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I had a dream
Crispy crispy Benjamin Franklin came over and
Baby sat all four of my kids
I had a dream
Crispy crispy Benjamin Franklin came over and
Baby sat all four of my kids
Sophie only wants to listen to radio BBC
Michael sat on my knees and whispered to me
All about the meanies
Jacqueline was being such a big girl
With her cup of tea looking out of the window
And Barbara, she looks just like my mom
Oh my God, Barbara, she looks so much like my mom
Oh my Barbara
She looks so much just like my mom