George, Mo & Andre

Now a rich son from New York State
doin' Harvard, almost got his grade
George, his buddies and a bottle of rum
were kinda tempted to kick the bum
he got lucky, he got away with parole
but his studies was over though
life is hard when you're trying to make a buck
now George is driving a garbage truck

Chorus: Hurl 'em, dash 'em, smack 'em,
Hit 'em, trash 'em, crack 'em

Now Mo came from another land
not enough water but a lot of sand
He dreamed about them bags of gold
and a BMW, not too old
too much pride will make a whiner
so he ended up mopping a diner
scraping his tears from the kitchen floor
The daily grind he can't take nomore

(chorus)

Now this story here is total cliché
it's a about a girl named Andre
she was poor and from a little town
become a singer without letting her parents down
She kept on singin' all day long
but who wants to listen to the same old song
Instead of doing a show at the boulevard
Andre is choppin' meat at the abattoir

(chorus)

Now one day at the diner
Andre was singing in minor
in walked George filled with rum
causin' a scene, he wanted to bring down the drum
Mo heard the two bitchin'
took a knife and ran out of the kitchen
they knew the axe was gonna fall
and their lives didn't have a meaning at all.

(chorus + repeats)