Lyrics:Plastic Rap (Extended Version)
| Plastic Rap (Extended Version) |
| By: Frieda |
| Year: 1987 |
I'm not plastic, I'm so real And I'm gonna make you really feel So fine tonight, you'll feel alright 'Cause I'm a living doll So watch me y'all 'Cause I'm Frieda (She's Frieda!) I really can't be beat-a 'Cause I'm Frieda (She's Frieda!) I'm oh so very neat-a 'Cause I'm Frieda (She's Frieda!) You're in for such a treat-a 'Cause I'm Frieda (She's Frieda!) Now get up off of your seat-a Stand head and shoulders above the rest I'm so funky, I'm the best Like Chatty Cathy, I rap so bad And Tiny Tina, she makes me sad Raggedy Ann's such a tired, old mess With her orange ??? wig and her hand-me-down dress Cabbage Patch Kids make me wanna shout Shred 'em up into sauerkraut And have you seen that Tumbelina? The dumbest doll I've ever seen-a This creepy bunch, I really hate 'em You think Porcelana will help to fade 'em? Some people think those goons are snuggly They call 'em dolls, but I call 'em ugly I'm Frieda (She's Frieda!) I said I can't be beat-a 'Cause I'm Frieda (She's Frieda!) I'm neat, neat, neat, neat, neat-a 'Cause I'm Frieda (She's Frieda!) I'm the candy-coated treat-a 'Cause I'm Frieda (She's Frieda!) Now get up off of your seat-a Bam bam, it's a Frieda ham jam You can have me as your candy gram From my tippy-tip toes to my golden locks I'm yours sent in a heart-shaped box Nothing 'bout this girl is ordinary Freida's so pretty it's almost scary You're a ???, a lover, and a style creator You're a one-girl master of peace theater Like the whirling dirt, you spin around You look like a dream and you act like a clown Eyes that burn like sapphire silver Sparkling jewels on a tiny thimbel Like a ??? coat or ??? rug It's all these qualities that you are dubbed You think you're sugar, you'll shriek, you'll shudder When you see me dance, you'll stu- stu- stutter She'll hypnotize, put you in a trance With a spell ????? the ham jam dance Wham bam, it's a Frieda ham jam You can have me as your candy gram From my tippy-tip toes to my golden locks I'm yours sent in a heart-shaped box Stand head and shoulders above the rest I'm so funky, I'm the best Don't call me no Barbie doll, missy That stuck-up ??? is a sissy prissy I don't care for the Care Bear bunch And Muppet Babies make me lose my lunch Miss Piggy's just a stupid fakin' Big, old rats and slab of bacon And please just take a look at Tressy Why, that girl's hair is always messy This creepy bunch, I really hate 'em You think Porcelana will help to fade 'em? Some people think those goons are snuggly They call 'em dolls, but I call 'em ugly I'm Frieda (She's Frieda!) I said I can't be beat-a 'Cause I'm Frieda (She's Frieda!) I'm neat, neat, neat, neat, neat, neat, neat, neat-a I'm Frieda (She's Frieda!) Now, wasn't this a treat-a? (Yeah!) 'Cause I'm Frieda (She's Frieda!) Now get back into your seat-a (Now) Wham bam, it's a Frieda ham jam Let me be your candy gram From my tippy-tip toes to my golden locks I'm yours sent in a heart-shaped box She's Frieda! She's Frieda! She's Frieda! She's Frieda! |
