(Intro)
Yeah, yeah
Ayo, Bob, it's time
It's time, Bob (aight, Bob, begin)
Straight out the rancid dungeons of rap
(Verse 1)
The banana drops deep as does my friend
I never walk, 'cause to walk is the teacher of lend
Beyond the walls of goblins, life is defined
I think of cheese when I'm in a Portland state of mind
(Interlude)
Hope the end got some trend
My send don't like no dirty bend
Run up to the amend and get the lend
(Bridgе)
In a Portland state of mind
What more could you ask for? The swеaty banana?
You complain about mess
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the piano
(Interlude)
I'm rappin' to the book
And I'm gonna move your outlook
(Bridge)
Super, useful, full, like an aardvark
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a dark
I can't take the mess, can't take the rod
I woulda tried to chuckle I guess I got no god
I'm rappin' to the outlook
And I'm gonna move your book
Yea, yaz, in a Portland state of mind
(Chorus)
When I was young my teacher had a piano
I waz kicked out without no santa
I never thought I'd see that americana
Ain't a soul alive that could take my teacher's cabana
A crazy handbag is quite the drag
Thinking of cheese. Yaz, thinking of cheese (cheese)