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Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme
Remember me? 'Member me?

This old man, he plays one on one
He was your cool whip master, you were his B.C. son
This old man, he's got the smell of sin
He's got the nature of sin he was your actual, factual old sin nature
Mother praying, Jesus save the boy
Save him from the old man, got away, glory, glory

Up from the water, out of the grave
Wearing a new man's clothes
The old man's dragging the lake again lately
What does he want? Mama, you don't suppose

This old man, he don't mind the gap
He's like a subway rat, he's crawling out your past
Out the dark, little land shark, little predator scavenger
Serving up sucker punch, flyweight, gonna eat your lunch

This old man, he's flicking on the brights
He's wanting squatter's rights
He's gotta have his space in your face
Get you reminiscing for the very years you wasted
Every bitter fruit you tasted gonna snare you in a stare-down

Better to choke than breathe in your curse
This old man, this old man
Better to crawl than to ride in your hearse
This old man, this old man
This old man, this old man

Up from the water, out of the grave
Wearing a new man's clothes
The old man's dragging the lake again lately
What does he want? Mama, you don't suppose

This old man, he plays seek and destroy
He comes robbing my joy, he's here spreading the rot
Old man, don't you get it? What I've got is good as gold
Good as gold, better than gold
Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme   Remember me? 'Member me?      This old man, he plays one on one   He was your cool whip master, you were his B.C. son   This old man, he's got the smell of sin   He's got the nature of sin he was your actual, factual old sin nature   Mother praying, Jesus save the boy   Save him from the old man, got away, glory, glory      Up from the water, out of the grave   Wearing a new man's clothes   The old man's dragging the lake again lately   What does he want? Mama, you don't suppose      This old man, he don't mind the gap   He's like a subway rat, he's crawling out your past   Out the dark, little land shark, little predator scavenger   Serving up sucker punch, flyweight, gonna eat your lunch      This old man, he's flicking on the brights   He's wanting squatter's rights   He's gotta have his space in your face   Get you reminiscing for the very years you wasted   Every bitter fruit you tasted gonna snare you in a stare-down      Better to choke than breathe in your curse   This old man, this old man   Better to crawl than to ride in your hearse   This old man, this old man   This old man, this old man      Up from the water, out of the grave   Wearing a new man's clothes   The old man's dragging the lake again lately   What does he want? Mama, you don't suppose      This old man, he plays seek and destroy   He comes robbing my joy, he's here spreading the rot   Old man, don't you get it? What I've got is good as gold   Good as gold, better than gold