The Dreamlife of Rand McNally


Who is he? Mr. Rand McNally
Who-o-o-o is he?
Well I had a dream that mystery was me, now
Who-o-o else could I be?
Cause I dreamed I went to England
and met the Spice Girls there for tea
They'd lost one more, they're down from four to my favorite number three
But they're still quite spicy, as the orange flavor
And oh so nice to do me the favor and lick my icing under the table now
But I gotta leave town Mr. Nally
Just as Scary Spice was about to go down on me
But don't ask how Mr. Nally, give it the towel, Mr. Nally
And run a-ru ru run a-ru ru run run run

I dreamed I went to Singapore, got bored and robbed a liquor store
What for? nobody knows, I only took a couple of Marlboros
Oh that was all they needed
and the criminal was soon defeated
And now in jail I'm waiting for my punishment of caining
But I gotta think fast, Mr. Nally, watch your ass
Ooooh, say wake up and laugh, Mr. Nally
And run a-ru ru run a-ru ru run run run away
A-run a-ru ru run a-ru ru run run run RUN
A better Mr. Run, a betta Mr. Ran, a betta Mr. Mac, Mr. Nally
Mr. Run, a betta Mr. Ran and run and run away, ok
A betta Mr. Run, a betta Mr. Ran, a betta Mr. Mac, Mr. Nally
And run a-ru ru run a-ru ru run, run run

I jumped ship in NYC, then i headed south to Washington D.C.
Didn't think I'd go there, but played some shows there, fancy lucky me
And it is really slow there with our new president on tv
Too many politicians and liberal christians, they're all set out for me
Oh my, cast your vote, Mr. Nally, castrate your vote
Ooh, say no you don't, Mr. Nally
A-run, a-ru ru run, a-ru ru run, run run away
A-run, a-ru ru run, a-ru ru run, run run

I thumbed a ride across the prairie
I got hitched in Vegas, yep, I got married
To a lady who loved, she thought it'd be funny to gamble all my money
And i got stranded without my clothes
A little bit fear and loathing heart attack
I got chased by the rat pack once in a flashback, singin Viva Las Vegas
Singin Viva Las Vegas
Singin  Viva Las Vegas
Oh my, I said, Viva Las Vegas
I, I

I bet a Mr. Run-up, I bet a Mr. Ran-up
I bet a Mr. Run, said-a said-a Mr.ran

Oh won't you uh uh, uh uh uh, sweet sweet sweet sweet,
play a solo for me!


A-run, a-ru ru run, a-ru ru run, run run
A-run, a-ru ru run, a-ru ru run, run run
A-run, a-ru ru run, a-ru ru run, run run
A-run, a-ru ru run, a-ru ru run, run run

I setteled down in San Diego, and smoked a joint with Java Joe
And with a grin, he took me...I spilled coffee on my chin
And I played my show there, I met my b*tches and hoes there
And with my hoily-ho, they kindly let me shake my tail there
But one more thing before we go
There's never been any place quite like this home
For one in a lifetime, maybe, I'd be foolish not to stay
Ooooh! I gotta get away, Mr. Nally

A-run, a-ru-ru run, a-ru-ru run, run run away
A-run a-ru-ru run, a-ru-ru run, run run

I say-say-ah
C'est C'est C'est laaa la la la vie 
C'est C'est C'est la lalalala vie
Oh C'est la vie

c'est la vie




Tablature


 

 

Intro/Verse
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D------x-4-4-x-5-5-x-7-7----
 
Chorus
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D--7--0----
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D--9--2----
 
"Viva, Las Vegas.."
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A--9--4--2----
D--9--4--2----
 
 

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