I’m at the top and there’s nowhere else to go
You can call me nice or you can call me CEO
Cuz if you dis I’ll be quick to dismiss ya
Put you in the mailroom where I won’t even miss ya

The color of my Amex is strictly platinum
Would you like to do lunch ya’all can come
Put the fancy food on my plate
Cuz I’m livin so large you can call me Bill Gates

I’m the CEO!
I’m the CEO!
I’m the CEO take a business card
I’m the CEO and I’m livin’ damn hard
I’m the CEO!

Don’t waste my time cuz my time is your money
Did I hear someone laugh, the shit ain’t funny
Cause I can work 9-5 like I was Dolly Parton
But I’m makin’ suckers wish that they never went to Wharton

This ain’t no small business like the Hair Club for Men
In the Fortune 500 well I’m in the top ten
Now I’m talkin’ on the cell phone but don’t touch that dial
Better yet get off that butt open the drawer get me a file

The style that I sport is always Bergdorf’s
I don’t take no retortin’ cause my desk is my basketball court
I play the sport with all the heavy hitters
And at Sotheby’s I’m the highest fuckin’ bidder

I’m the CEO!
I’m the CEO!
Where’s my fuckin’ secretary?
Yeah I’ll call you back next january
I’m the CEO!

This takeover’s kinda hostile
Men beneath me- docile
Excuse me but my driver’s waiting outside
And I got to jet
Of course, the private jet
50 men in suits to serve me inside

And if you don't know, now you know!

I’m the CEO!
I’m the CEO!
Better than the president
Your yearly wage is what I pay for rent
I’m the CEO! OHHHHHHH

I’m not the baddest or the maddest or the Central Park address
No Chivas, no Lexus, ain’t got the flattest solar plexus
I throw it down with everything I got
Cause I’m just a girl--not
Me, I never use the word just
To the maximum my axiom get into my taxi, um
Listen, it wasn’t always like that
I used to feel freaky, icky
Bein’ bad like Darling Nikki
Never ever fit the mold at school or in the hood
But now the children sing she’s the little freakazoid that could

Freakazoid! I know I can I know I can
Freakazoid! I know I can I know I can

P-Supe (what) and it don’t come from Campbell
Just move (what) place my butt upon your mantel
See I cut from the gut to get everything I need
And I stick with it if at first I don’t succeed
And I’m out and I’m out lettin’ my freaky flag fly
You don’t ask why cuz you know that I try
Accept yourself, express yourself to the limit
Body soul or chicken roll you know that I’m in it
And you know what
Sometimes you feel like a nut
And sometimes you don’t

Freakazoid! I know I can I know I can
Freakazoid! I know I can I know I can

Hey yo Ski-I wantcha to come round here and show the audience we mean bonified, fortified, nutrified
BUSINESS
Yeah that’s what I’m talkin’ about
Cuz you know, soon I’ll be rollin’ in the Rolls to go bowling after the show
I’ll be strollin’, patrollin’ the streets with a feather in my hat
Imagine that, huh, I think I made myself Claritan, clear in that
I got the throttle cause I’m mack like the truck
C’mon everybody let’s get------

Get up Get up Get up --never sit down!

Woke up I didn’t know what day it was
I been through some shit boy you never believe it
Cuz I struggle everyday to keep my head up like a tower
You know why - I got the Power!
And I ain’t never givin’ up sucker
Put me on the field I’m a cook your ass like Betty Crocker
It’s like this and like that and like this and uh
Nobody beats the Priz--cess and uh
Once again it’s on

People wanna know if I’m a diva
Well let me see, uh
I wrote these lyrics at a day job
Not Nassau Coliseum
But I’m a get there soon boy
blow up the spot like in my own platoon boy
Reading bad press I get depressed really major
Goddamn yo, at least I’m in the fuckin paper
And when the goin’ gets tough Mr. Ocean said it best
Put that ass in gear baby put it to the test

Good Morning Mr. Sparrow!
I’d say it’s a beautiful day!
Ready to go hang up flyers on Avenue A?
What’s that tiny sparrow?
Oh you’re all tuckered out from your day job
Well you know what I do when I’m feeling down...
I shove my ass into a bustle and I march into the biggest office
of the biggest record company, and I say...

I’m in love with the music biz, it gives me such a thrill

Shopping my tape, the look on your face as I let out a trill
I’m in love with the music biz, hey sparrow don’t you agree
We’ll find the dirtiest van we can, a rolling home for you and me!

I’m enchante with the A & R department
They say I’ll go far but don’t play guitar
Good heavens, yessir right a way!
Light and gay is the way I feel when I’m beggin’ a deal
They always say no,but cause I’m so po’
I always enjoy my meal!

The check’s just in time it’s from BMI
For $5.39 let’s get in the line for welfare
There, there
Lawyers, publicists, radio promoters
With tight fitting jeans and cars that use motors
Round the maypole
A-hole!

See you walking down the street you look so snappy
Come on baby baby don’t you wanna make me happy!

I got I got to get alone with you just to see what it is what it is that you do!
Oh baby I got I got to get alone with you just to see what it is what it is that you do!

You’re freaking me out you’re number one the best
You’re my birthday yeah you’re my Christmas!

I got I got to get alone with you just to see what it is what it is that you do!
Oh baby I got I got to get alone with you just to see what it is what it is that you do!

My brain starts to stutter cause you pop up in it every second
You say you got a girl, call me the homewrecka
And I ain’t lyin cause I don’t give a fuck
I push the girl right outta the door and wish her good luck
And listen kid you count yourself lucky
You got a blowpop cause I want candy
I got to get alone with you, 24/7 I wanna be on top of you
And yes yes you will be mine all mine
You got a Timex, check it, in 5 minutes we’ll be making time
I’m in my prime check it out full grown
Why don’t you be McCauley, we could be home alone
I’m not tryin’ to tease you I just have to explain
I’m gonna please your body, right and left side of your brain
Yeah it’s like that

Now it’s gettin kinda late and I really don’t feel like waitin
What’s the season?
Matin’
I’m packing lots of heat and I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout a gun
Come and take your Mazerati for a test run
Guaranteed for speed but warranteed for a long time
Come on and check the merchandise
I want ya uh uh I want ya
You surprised?

My strawberry’s ripe for the pickin’
Not like the colonel but I’m sure finger lickin’ good
You’re like a paper factory with all of that wood
Could you be mine, would you be mine, won’t you be my lover
I gotta get with you see what you do, ‘cause baby there ain’t no other