Prince, The Time - The Latest Fashion Lyrics

Fellas? Yeah! Hit me!
Are we ready? I do believe we are ready
What time is it?
It's killing time, Morris!
I know that's right, 'cause I am the latest fashion
(Go Morris, go Morris, go Morris, go Morris
Go Morris, go Morris, go Morris
Go Morris, go Morris, go Morris
Go Morris, go Morris, go Morris
Go Morris, go Morris)

I know I said I loved you
I know I said I needed you
I know I said that I'd be here always
But I what I didn't tell you is that

This year the latest fashion is to lie in the heat of passion
This year the latest fashion is to lie in the heat of passion

People tell us what we want to hear
This time the tables are turned
This time we're the ones that's painting fires
Instead of getting burned

This year the latest fashion is to lie in the heat of passion
This year the latest fashion is to lie in the heat of passion

(Go Morris, go Morris, go Morris, go Morris, go Morris, go Morris)
Jellybean (go Morris)
Don't be so mean (go Morris)
Cowboy (ow)
You're fired

Jam Jimmy, jam Jimmy, jam Jimmy, jam Jimmy
Jam Jimmy, jam Jimmy, jam Jimmy, jam

People tell me what I want to hear
This time the tables are turned
Jerome, body language

(Go Morris, go Morris, go Morris, go Morris)
Now do the horse
(Go Morris, go Morris, go Morris, go Morris)
Oak Tree!
(Go Morris, go Morris, go Morris, go Morris)
I like that
(Go Morris, go Morris, go Morris, go Morris)
Oak Tree!
(Go Morris, go Morris, go Morris, go Morris)
Get ready, chili sauce!

This year the latest fashion is to lie in the heat of passion

Fellas? (Yeah)
Hit me, and don't ya lag
Tell me what dance to do
It starts with an M (Murph Drag)
I ain't through yet, band
What, hallelujah, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Everybody want to tell me how to play the game
When I run it better than a Madame runs dames
Trying to beat me like playing pool with a rope
My funk will leave ya dead 'cause it's good and plenty dope
All in all I'm still the king and all y'all the court
If you thinking about ruling me ya better get abortions, yes
It's jacked, 'cause I'm back, and I'm harder than a heart attack
And I'm the cure for any disease 'cause there ain't nobody funky like me

(Go Morris, go Morris, go Morris)
Don't be a fool
(Go Morris, go Morris, go Morris)

This year the latest fashion is to lie in the heat of passion

The latest fashion
The latest fashion
The latest fashion
The latest fashion