Judge Fudge Songtext
von Happy Mondays

Your little fish got wet
His money went to his dead
And his ass just dropped dead of exposure
Oh, if there′s anybody anywhere
Ever should have been a millionaire
Just for the fact that you die out there it's him

I should have told ya
That the things that you love start you own ya
Just disagree
I should have told ya
That the woman that you bop won′t blow ya
She just blows me

She's out there wealthy tripping wearing white
Sending out those play me eyes
Stinking rich and stinking lies
Has no friends just alibis


I shoulda told ya
That the things that you love start to own ya
Just disagree
I shoulda told ya (told ya, told ya, told ya)
That the woman that you bop won't blow ya
At least not for free (at least not for free, at least not for free, at least not for free...)

Got to be your best friend undressed
Got to have your money chest
Lock him up in the house at best
You just arrived there′ll be no mess
He got what he wants so fuck the rest

I shoulda told ya
That the things that you love start to own ya
Go on and disagree
I shoulda told ya
That the woman that you bop won′t blow ya
She just blows me
I shold have told ya

That the things that you love start to own ya
Just disagree
I shoulda told ya (told ya, told ya, told ya)
That the woman that you bop won't blow ya
At least not for free