Por cierto...

Not a suspect, not a snitch, I won't rat you out
But I like my thick chocolate with cookies to dip
They'll sell you others by the pound and make you give birth
You know what I mean? By the way...

Life's just like a dad, following the rules of chaos
Blending in with the madness and letting loose from the good
I know it's late to bail, but what am I doing here?
The year 2000 has to come
You know what I mean? By the way...

With that smile that smells like alpaca and a Marbella mare
The bells are ringing, damn right, aren't they?
Don't be so naive, or confused, and definitely not a doormat
The year 2000 has to come
You know what I mean? By the way...

Don't let the laughter slip away, neither slow nor fast, keep it tight
Before you call for help, look around, everything's a hundred
Without passing the hat or shutting your mouth, don't blame the cop
The year 2000 has to come, by the way...

Mom, Dad, this one gave me a dirty look, they want to make me mad
Tell me if this isn't too much, for a brain it's normal
Leave me the goat and take the cheese, for excess or just because?
The year 2000 has to come
You know what I mean? By the way...