| Lyrics: | Better wait a minute. Ya better hold the phone.
Better mind your manners. Better change your
tone.
Don't you threaten me, son. Ya gotta lot of gall.
We gonna do things my way or we
won't do things at all.
Ya don't know what you're messin' with. You got no idea.
You don't
know what you're lookin' at when you're lookin' here.
Ya don't know what you're up
against,
no, no way, no how.
You don't know what you're messin' with, but I'm gonna tell you
now!
(Get this straight!)
I'm just a mean green mother from outer space and I'm bad.
I'm
just a mean green mother from outer space and it looks like you
been had.
I'm just a mean
green mother from outer space, so get off my back,
'n get out my face,
'cause I'm mean and
green and - I - am - bad.
Wanna save your skin, boy? You wanna save your hide?
You
wanna see tomorrow? You better step aside.
Better take a tip, boy. Want some good
advice?
You better take it easy, 'cause you're walkin' on thin ice.
Ya don't know what
you're dealin' with. No, you never did.
Ya don't know what you're lookin' at, but that's tough
titty, kid!
The lion don't sleep tonight, and if you pull his tail, he roars.
Ya say, |
