- Votes:
- Composers:
- Nelson
- Prince Rogers / Day
- Morris
 
- Tags:
- funk
- motown
 
- See also:
Prince - 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, 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 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
 (Time)
 This time the tables are turned
 (Yeah yeah)
 This time we're the ones that's paintin' fires
 (Time)
 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, go Morris
 (Jellybean, don't be so mean)
 (Cowboy, 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 turnedPrince - The Latest Fashion - http://motolyrics.com/prince/the-latest-fashion-lyrics.html
 Jerome, body language
 Go Morris, go Morris, go Morris, go Morris
 (Now do the horse, yeah)
 Go Morris, go Morris, go Morris, go Morris
 (Oak tree, look out)
 Go Morris, go Morris, go Morris, go Morris
 (I like that, 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
 But don'tcha lag, nigga
 Tell me what dance to do
 It starts with an M, Murph Drag
 That's right
 I ain't through yet, band
 What? Hallelujah, whoa
 (Hallelujah)
 Everybody wanna 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















