The Answer Lyrics by Bran Van 3000

The Answer Lyrics

    Jesus christ was a superstar
    A pimpin' big daddy with a lincoln town car
    Drove it real fast with the fly-ass hos
    Playing chicken with the devil for the greatest applause

    First came the question
    And then came the answer
    And then came the ultimate question:
    Are you happy?
    Then the messiah, alright
    Lost and found with the resurrection
    And with tools of deep precision
    With the schools of thought complexion
    Teaching us the brain expansion
    It got heavy, we started dancing

    Bran van three grand
    We don't have to make it
    Complicated
    Act like a man, boy
    We don't have to make it
    Complicated

    I said come comma comma comma some more
    Kick up the club floor, that's what ya came for
    Leave your big booty round at my front porch
    And leave your big ugly frown back out the back door
    Forget your big plans, your high ideals
    'cause it's a quicksand for the way you feel
    When they put you down the river and they leave you squeal
    Come on, squeal like a pig how the summer girl feels

    We're leaving, leaving our machine this very evening
    They're programming your head
    So stop believing
    No need to complicate, it's all illusion
    Anyways, i feel the machine's got boring

    Bran van three grand
    We don't have to make it
    Complicated
    Act like a man, boy
    We don't have to make it
    Complicated

    Hey charlton heston
    Moses did alright without a handgun
    If you're horny for god let dizzy give some

    I'm dizzy d, no one the finer
    The queen and king, from here to china
    All the ladies love to give me the boom boom boom boom
    Back to my room where it's hurry hurry hurry and wait
    A bottle of crisp and a pasta plate
    Kick up the love baby, down the hate
    'cause the bran van brothers do not complicate
    Say hurry hurry hurry rush
    You're moving so fast that you're out of touch
    Money money money got your head in a mush
    Now bush has got the button, is he gonna push?
    Well, some little joker got a dot-com deal
    About internet wiggers and keepin' it real
    You're sweatin' like a fool to put the gravy on your meal
    And now you just found out you lost your sex appeal

    Bran van three grand
    We don't have to make it
    Complicated
    Act like a man, boy
    We don't have to make it
    Complicated

    The answer...
    (can you take me higher?)
    ...is in the dancer.

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