[Lyric] Now You Cry (Rev. Nrb)

[Spoken Intro]

REV. NØRB: Movin' right along, here's a whole 'nother song, but before too long, I'd like to take this opportunity to talk a little bit about former Green Bay Packers tight end Mister Mark Chmura. Ya know, wherever I go from coast to coast and border to border, people always tell me the same dang thing: that Mark Chmura was guilty of bad judgment for gettin' into that hot tub fulla underage women at his babysitter's post-prom party

I ask you this, ladies and gentlemen of the jury: how exactly is it ever bad judgment to get into a hot tub fulla liquored-up high school chicks? What are ya supposеd to do for fun at four in the morning, anyway? Go shopping for [?] or some dang thing?

But actually, in the cold, hard light of furthеr analysis, maybe it was bad judgment to into that hot tub. 'Cause one minute, you're in the hot tub in your underwear, you're feelin' okay, you're the king of Green Bay, you're gettin' ready to rock the cradle of love. The next minute, you're in love with one of the girls in the hot tub, and that cradle's rockin' you. And all you wanna do is be with her, and all she wants to do is get the hell away from you. And you find yourself gettin' bent into shapes that, regardless of your own natural elasticity, you never thought you could get bent into. And you find out things like your hair is all wrong, and your glasses are all wrong, and your clothes are all wrong, and you shave your balls wrong, and nothing's working for you. And you get so twisted and frustrated that you contemplate crawling up the side of the nearest tall building and flinging yourself to the cold asphalt ten stories below, hoping that the resulting jelly stain you leave is noteworthy enough to serve as a final legacy of some sort

I recommend against it. Fall off that building, Mister Peter Parker. Have yourself a blue raspberry Slush Puppie at your local express convenience store or somethin'. 'Cause sometimes, you just gotta say, "I pumped enough blood, tears, toil, and sweat into this sinking ship of a relationship, and I don't wanna bleed anymore. I don't wanna toil anymore. I don't wanna sweat anymore. Now you bleed. Now you toil. Now you sweat..."


[SONG BEGINS]

Baby, and now you cry
Now you cry-yi-yi, yippie-yi,, yippie-yo
You cry
You cry-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi

You broke my heart
That palpatatin' ugly motherfucker was yours from the start
You bitch
Well, I guess it doesn't matter 'cause you're beautiful and rich
(I'm cryin') And I'll be cryin' for the way that you act so odd
(I'm cryin') Cryin' for the way there isn't any Zod
(I'm cryin') Cryin' for the rest of my long, lame life
But some day, it's gonna be your turn

I bought you dope
I asked you for your lovin', and you still said nope
Thanks much
Well, we could've been together like Starsky and Hutch

(I'm cryin') And I'll be cryin' for the way that you act so odd
(I'm cryin') Cryin' for the way there isn't any Zod
(I'm cryin') Cryin' for the rest of my long, lame life
But some day, it's gonna be your turn

And then you cry, cry, cry
Cry, cry, cry
Cry a minute, now wait

[Guitar solo]

You left me flat
Thought I was flyin' with an angel, but I just went splat
Real cool
I'm a crippled Casanova, yeah, I'm anybody's fool
(I'm cryin') I'll be cryin' for the way you act so odd
(I'm cryin') Cryin' for the way there isn't any Zod
(I'm cryin') Cryin' for the rest of my long, lame life
But some day, it's gonna be your turn

And then you cry
You cry-yi-yi-yi-yi, yippie-yi,, yippie-yo
You cry
You're gonna cry-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi
Cry-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi
Cry-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi
Cry-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi