My Cousin Greg Songtext
von Houndmouth

One, two, three

My cousin Greg
Well, he′s a greedy son of a bitch
He's making his way from Florida up to L.A.

He left the Tropicana
Passed through Louisiana
He laughs hard, carries on but he can barely stand ya, woo

Lord his business′s buddies
They all wear the snow-white clothes
And goggles to shield the elements from their eyes

Greg's companion Andy
He lives his life
Vicariously through his mad man

If you wanna live the good life
(Then) you better stay away from the limelight
If you wanna live the good life
(Well) you better stay away from the limelight


Napoleon Rowling James
He's got a heart that′s made of brain
He fell in love once and thought about it for days

Baby, where′d you go last night?
He says, "I don't know"
"But I woke up with a pocket full of loot"

If you wanna live the good life
Well, you better stay away from the limelight
If you wanna live the good life
Well, you better stay away from the limelight

Hey, Greg
Well, where′d one of your shoes go?
He looked at me and said
"That's not important"
Please don′t you point
Your full-time ray gun at me, woah

If you wanna live the good life
Well, you better stay away from the limelight
If you wanna live the good life
Well, you better stay away from the limelight