Theres an Intro Going On by Mr.B The Gentleman Rhymer Lyrics
[Intro: Various Reporters]
Reporter 1:
He's got died blonde hair pouty lips and a steely blue stare. like a sadistic mator...
Reporter 2:
"Hey everybody take a look at me
I've got street credibility
I may not have a job
But I have a good time
With the boys that I meet "down on the line""
Hey everybody take a look at me
I've got street credibility
I may not have a job
But I have a good time
With the boys that I meet "down on the line"
Reporter 3:
Can we cut to the chase?
Is she personally prepared to authorize a nuclear strike?...
Reporter 5:
I'm going to be drawn by a comment that...then i...I was right
Reporter 4:
I do not believe the threat of mass murder is a legitimate way to go about dealing with international relations
Reporter 6: Yes
[Verse 1: Mr. B]
Everybody's talking and nobody is listening
So here's your chance, I'll step askance
And listen to you...
Well go on then
Reporter:
This it, what i'm saying, and it's very little, let's be absolutely clear...
Mr.B:
Oh that'll do
The trouble we have tried to hide
From bubbles we have climbed inside
The popinjays intranets
Tried to cop your vote and fan it
They're the devils of the dawn of
Everything we fall before
Everybody has their own truth
All you need is proof
So you should listen to this little long player
I'll try and make sense of how the world went stale
And then you'll find that i roundly fail
So here's a dose of history, modern moor's
Philosophy, and cocktails
And this, ladies and gentlemen is its name
[Chorus]
There's a rumpus going on (right here)
There's a rumpus going on (and right now)
There's a rumpus going on (but don't fear)
There's a rumpus going on ( Mr. B is right here)
There's a rumpus going on
There's a rumpus going on
Reporter 1:
He's got died blonde hair pouty lips and a steely blue stare. like a sadistic mator...
Reporter 2:
"Hey everybody take a look at me
I've got street credibility
I may not have a job
But I have a good time
With the boys that I meet "down on the line""
Hey everybody take a look at me
I've got street credibility
I may not have a job
But I have a good time
With the boys that I meet "down on the line"
Reporter 3:
Can we cut to the chase?
Is she personally prepared to authorize a nuclear strike?...
Reporter 5:
I'm going to be drawn by a comment that...then i...I was right
Reporter 4:
I do not believe the threat of mass murder is a legitimate way to go about dealing with international relations
Reporter 6: Yes
[Verse 1: Mr. B]
Everybody's talking and nobody is listening
So here's your chance, I'll step askance
And listen to you...
Well go on then
Reporter:
This it, what i'm saying, and it's very little, let's be absolutely clear...
Mr.B:
Oh that'll do
The trouble we have tried to hide
From bubbles we have climbed inside
The popinjays intranets
Tried to cop your vote and fan it
They're the devils of the dawn of
Everything we fall before
Everybody has their own truth
All you need is proof
So you should listen to this little long player
I'll try and make sense of how the world went stale
And then you'll find that i roundly fail
So here's a dose of history, modern moor's
Philosophy, and cocktails
And this, ladies and gentlemen is its name
[Chorus]
There's a rumpus going on (right here)
There's a rumpus going on (and right now)
There's a rumpus going on (but don't fear)
There's a rumpus going on ( Mr. B is right here)
There's a rumpus going on
There's a rumpus going on