He was standing in the lobby with big, brown eyes,
A beautiful woman standing to his side.
I walked by and he said, "Hi." I never thought that I would be his type.
He suggested that we should go outside.
He dazzled me with money and his fancy ride.
He said he'd take me away and buy me diamond rings.
Thanks, but no thanks. I got my own thing.
I'm trying to be that woman, the independent lady who depends on no one.
Skee bo skele boe a ma de do. You better watch out cuz I'm hip to you.
Skee bo skele boe a ma do dang. Thanks, but no thanks. I got my own thing.
He might be blushing but it's hard to tell.
He began to grin as the clock struck twelve.
Standing alone with such a handsome fella.
He might be a prince but I'm no Cinderella.
He's got money, fancy things, quite handsome, coated with fame.
He didn't even think that I'd know his name.
Tried to play me out but I was hip to his game.
Skee bo skele boe a ma do dat. The lady's all paws as he tilts his hat.
Skee bo skele boe a ma do ne. I can't believe that he's looking at me.
Skee bo skele boe a ma do no. There's an independent woman.
Got a hold of her own.
Skee bo skele boe a ma do dang. Thanks, but no thanks. I got my own thing.
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah. boom ba doop, yeah.Written by Carlo Nuccio
Main Voice: CARLO
Produced by Continental Drifters
Released on 'Continental Drifters' (1995)
Steel train hummin' after Scott starts to sail
Well, they shine up like hair rails
South consume my thought
I start to pick everything apart
Like I would rather sip my milk through a paper straw
I reflect on the world that I've seen
Between ground flow and the mezzanine.
My shoe lace is busted
But it won't make the escalator stop
Should I get pulled in on top
Carefull not to step on my light
It might become electrofied
Still I draw conclusions on the things I've observed
Even before I was eighteen
Between ground flow and the mezzanine.
And bees make slum honey
From an old dye sewn in a paper cup
I'd rather hide than to say, "What's up?"
And if I whistle a tune
It passes off from room to room
Still I'd take time and note the sun shinin' through, it red
All I caught was a daydream
Between ground flow and a mezzanine.