Prince — Bob George Live in Dortmund 1988

New coat, huh? That's nice Did you buy it? Yeah, right You seeing that rich motherfucker again You know who I'm talking about That slicked back paddy with all the gold in his mouth Don't try to play me for yesterday's fool I'll slap your ass into the middle of next week That's right baby, them's the rules I pay the rent in this raggedy motherfucker And all you do is suck up food and heat Who bought you this diamond ring? What's his name? Bob? Bob, What's he do for a living? Manage rock stars? Who? Prince? Ain't that a bitch? That skinny motherfucker with the high voice? Who do I look like baby? Don't you know I will kill you now? You fucking around? I've got a gun Think I don't? Then what's this? Oh you quiet now, huh? Bob, ain't that a bitch [?] Lan lan, lan lan lan Oh shit! "Come out with your hands up!" Fuck you coming to get me! Shit Hello? Mr. George? This is Camille How come we can't have a party? How come we can't dance? Love?! I'm about no love! It ain't about no love it's about money! It's about the party! Hey excuse me, hold up somebody at my door Aw shit! Our Father, Who art in heaven, hallowed be Thy name; Thy-thy-thy kingdom come