Illusion, Coma, Pimp & Circumstance

[Chorus] She knew which fork to use but she couldn't dance So he hipped her to the funk in exchange for the finance Who's pimping who if nobody gets a second chance? This is the story of illusion, coma, pimp & circumstance [Verse 1] She was older but rich beyond compare She'd drop a thousand dollars at the saloon just to get her hair did He was good at compliments, better in the bunk She laced him with a crib in Paris, he hipped her to the funk Way to fine he was for her A dirty dog in expensive fur As long as she's providing chips and whips We can do this funky things As long as she was playing the host He figured he would make the most of them hips and lips He hooked her up, rocked her coast to coast Ugly So ugly, rich beyond compare She's dropped a couple hundred thousand dollars on a silver whip Just too match the colour of her hair She said "I got plenty of what you need Put the spoon down honey, came on, let mama feed you" [Chorus] [Verse 2] Where was I? Oh yeah A gentleman he was He never spoke about her nose So prominent because in the dark it'd glow If she was only tan instead of so lily white Her name was Doris but he called her "Fluo" As in "-Recent" - That ain't right Fluorescent every night A situation bound too fail As sure a Doris' skin was pale Money might talk, but what does it say? You better get busy if you want to get paid "Boy, Eye was fine back in the day" [Chorus] [Verse 3] He spent her money oh so well Take a bath in cold Kristal He took a trip to burn an old flame in Frisco, like wow But Doris caught him in her arms She shrugged her shoulders and said "No harm" Just put your name on this pre-nup and we can all hit the disco [Chorus][x2] [Outro] Now, dance Dance