 Now I know I'll never be another one I've been around and I've never seen another one Look at your style, I ain't really got nothin' on And you wild when you ain't got nothin' on Baby, you the whole package, but you put your bags up And you keep it real while the mother stay plastered Now I wonder why they call me Mr. Fantastic Style Now think about it It's London, I've got some parents Got a wife, they're in Tokyo, don't get back home, I'm in Georgia