Wild Imagination Rare Americans
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[Verse 1]
Kindergarten teacher told my mom, "Your son's slow"
Lead balloon with Patricia
Ya mom told her where to go, yo
When I was a kid, I'd visualize dope
Places in the world that I'm gonna go
What it would be like, I thought a lot about dough
So I peddled bikes to start makin' some, you know
In junior high school, wrote a story 'bout a crime
A murder in New York, lived in Winnipeg at the time
[Pre-Chorus]
I let my mind take me on a ride
I don't hold on, I don't drive
I just ride
[Chorus]
You got a wild imagination
Got a wild imagination
Got a wild, wild, wild imagination
[Post-Chorus]
What is, is
What ain't, ain't
And so what?
And so what?
Kindergarten teacher told my mom, "Your son's slow"
Lead balloon with Patricia
Ya mom told her where to go, yo
When I was a kid, I'd visualize dope
Places in the world that I'm gonna go
What it would be like, I thought a lot about dough
So I peddled bikes to start makin' some, you know
In junior high school, wrote a story 'bout a crime
A murder in New York, lived in Winnipeg at the time
[Pre-Chorus]
I let my mind take me on a ride
I don't hold on, I don't drive
I just ride
[Chorus]
You got a wild imagination
Got a wild imagination
Got a wild, wild, wild imagination
[Post-Chorus]
What is, is
What ain't, ain't
And so what?
And so what?
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