Stylin' Under Pressure Lyrics

(A conversation at a drive-through at a Carl's Jr. between Busdriver and the employee)

Yes...

(Welcome to Carl's Jr. Can I help you?)

Yes. I am a head hunter. I am looking for the ultimate woman sex lover,
But it's hard to stay in line
So I have to take the next number
And can't find anybody in the dead of summer.
But you know what, I think I'll have the fries.

(Anything else?)

Umm... Hmmmm...
Actually, give me a happy meal
With a rapper who doesn't have any skill,
But has a contract for half a 'mill
Served up with a plate full of daffodils.
That will do it for me.

(Ok, would you really like to order because... What is it that you want?)

Give me a... hmmm
You know what, give me a person burger
'Cause eating a hamburger is worse than murder
So I would prefer that.

(A What!?)

Give me a million dollars how 'bout that?

(...)

Give me a Super Star.

(A super star?)

Yeah.

(You want the combo for that?) 'Cause I'm a super star
But you don't know who we are.

(Just a Super Star?)

Hmmm...
Yes. A Super Star
'Cause I'm known to tutor at bars
And, hmm, uh oh!
Yes. A Super Star.

(Ok. Just drive to the window for...)

And also, give me a medium drink.
How 'bout a medium Sprite
'Cause I'm exceeding them sights upon me
With all type of digital cameras
I'm cynical sigh, sky scanner.
Wooo!
A medium Sprite, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

(Ok one Super Star, one medium Sprite. Is that all?)

Yes, yes, yes.

(Ok. Drive to the window.)

And umm... hmmm...
Can you recommend anything?

(Umm... like what?)

I don't know.
Anything, anywhere.

(I don't... I don't know.)
Anything, anywhere
'Cause I'm a tall, lonely teddy bear
Who occupies empty air.
I'm not a millionaire,
I'm a penny-aire.
Yes.

(...)

That's it. That's it.

(Ok. Drive to the window.)

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