Testi Soundtracks :: B

M.C.

Faster than a speeding bullet...



PARADICE

No how...



M.C.

More powerful than a locomotive...



PARADICE

No way...



M.C.

Able to devour all superheros with just one single kiss...



PARADICE

...will invade my domain!

Especially no French-vanilla import who has the audacity to call herself "Brooklyn."



M.C.

Ladies and gentlemen, Saturday morning was never like this.

Radio City Music Hall is proud to present the one, the only, mzzzzzz paradice!



PARADICE

Well, Superman

Ain't packin' no rocket

'Cause his red shiny cape

Hangs in my bedroom closet



Now I hear Miss Lane

Wants to even the score

Well I swing both wats, Lois

Come and knock on my door



I'm your superlover

I've got special powers

You'll be weak and helpless

My love will devour



Like Samson and Delilah, like Adam and Eve,

women like me bring men to their knees

read about it... It's in your Bibles.







The itsy bitsy Spiderman

Climbed up the water spout

With the power of seduction

I took that spider out



Now he's no longer spinning webs

To save humanity

He's just spinning beneath my sheets

In insect-uality



PARADICE

I'm your superlover

I've got special powers

You'll be weak and helpless

My love will devour



TAYLOR, FAITH, & BROOKLYN

Pow! Wham! Bam! Kaboom!



TAYLOR

Holy cunnilingus!



FAITH & BROOKLYN

Batman's shakin' the room!



PARADICE

Batman!



I'm gonna steal his car

I’m gonna steal his thunder

And when I’m through

I’m gonna do the boy wonder

So, now whats this I hear about parents and

teachers picketing this very theater, saying

that I’m robbing their children of their

innocence…

Like I’m some wicked witch of the hood, or

somethin’. Well take a look at your children –

they’re having unprotected sex, are they not?

And that could be costly, could cost them

their lives. Now, me? I’m just having a little

friction with fiction, baby. Hi ho silver!







Well, the ol’ Lone Ranger

Got a brand new hobby

Tanto’s on that war path

I’m the new kimosabe



And some say this girl

Ain’t up to the task

Why don’t you do yourself a favor

And ask the Lone Ranger

While I sit on his mask



I'm your superlover

I've got special powers

You'll be weak and helpless

My love will devour



Now, as far as losing innocence, America, you

lost yours long before I came on the scene.

And no little virgin mary from gay Paris is

gonna bring it back to ya. I mean ‘give me

you tired, your poor, your huddled masses

yearning to breathe free.’ you ain’t no melting

pot… you a crock! A country of immigrants

and you all hate immigrants. White hate black,

black hate Jew, and you all hate anyone new!

And you think your kids don’t see that? I

mean, we’ve got crack on the streets. And

brother I know you got a coupla’ six-packs in

your fridge and baby, get yourself to AA ‘cause

I can smell the liquor on your breath from

here. And you think your kids don’t see that?

Oh, and lets not kid ourselves, America, you

sometimes go to war just ‘cause it’s good for

the old pocketbook. And AIDS…? Sounds like

genocide to me. I mean, you got priests raping

little boys, you got third graders walking to

school with crayons in one hand and an AK-47

in the other. Well you look at me, America,

you look at me and you look at me good! You

see you created me. And I am nothin’ if not a

true blue, red-blooded, home-grown, pull-

yourself-up-by-the-bootstraps American hero!



Yeah, i'm your superlover

I've got special powers

You'll be weak and helpless

My love will devour!!!!

Oh, oh, oh!!