John Belushi Lyrics

You've got your toque so tight I can see your brain

Pulling back on a brand new government strain

Ya know, you've always had range

Faux fur jacket to show that you care

Photo at the march to prove that you were there

And then it's out again with your east end friends

If you're always looking backwards how ya gonna see what's coming next

If you're always looking backwards how ya gonna see what's coming next

You told me at the party that you could do more lines than anyone

"John Belushi is my hero, he could really throw down and have fun"

The guy did one too many lines and he ended up lining a casket

I'd rather hang out with my friends than do that dumb shit

Ooo, you're so modern aggregating all of your thoughts

Ooo, your so modern curating all this curious art

Later you were cutting home through the park where the street preacher sits

He said "Your Sunday shirts no good, you've got some blood on it"

You said "hey man, so what? You think your hip?"

Oh hell ya, you sure got the better of him

If you're always talking backwards how you gonna tell me what's coming next

If you're always walking backwards how you getting to wherever's next

If you're always looking backwards how you gonna see what's coming next