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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,563
Peak in subgenre #147
Author
Mike/Kaveri/Sarah/Jazz/Shaka
Rights
us
Uploaded
October 07, 2005
Track Files
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MP3 5.8 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
What motivated us? A scruffy man named Rufus, who touched us all. Repeatedly.
Lyrics
Once there was a boy
No one knew his name
When we heard about him
All we heard about was his fame
He was known all through the land
And by “land” we mean a Connecticut shack
When we heard he was called Rufus
We all thought he was black
(Mike)
In was in that glorious spring
At Sarah’s birthday thing
Rufus, the coolest man
I found myself close to heaven
Oh Rufus, I hardly knew ye
But you are so special to me
You have a lamp for your penis
Of all the johnsons, yours is the meanest
Now you a baller in Seoul, for real
Hope you don’t get sold to the North Koreans
Rufus, your beard is enigmatic
Don’t shave it off, it would be tragic!
CHORUS
(Gimp)
Hey, in UHall there was this kid
He liked Asians and had a beard
And a few years later he lived with me
And was my brother and gave hugs for free
He loved ninjas and pirates too and
He did the best little kid voice anyone could do
He made 303 like a second home and
He made me watch Videodrome
When I was a bum I went to his place
Connecticut, I spent time in his space
He traveled to some foreign spots
But he never ever ever ever left our thoughts
Now, one day he will return
And all of us, we will have learned
That life ain’t in no way the same
He was Rpizzle with his old games
So take this song and keep it close
Don’t fucking forget that we love you the most
One day you’ll see the beds will be together
And we’ll get naked and have that hot orgy!
CHORUS
(Jazz)
Rufus, you always thought I was high
And perhaps so did I
When you’d be in our room
Sleeping in the afternoon with Jazzy
Laughing when I dated niglets
With dreads, you always knew when I
Needed a hug most
Playing jazz piano all day
Watching cowboy movies
And everyone says you’re an Asian
But I think you’re a Clint Eastwood sensation
With a cool poncho!
My favorite procrastinator and filmmaker
Sorry I slapped you so hard
But I love you! I do!
I wish you were here
If you were here I’d buy you beer
Oh yeah, ‘cause you’re Rufus
The coolest motherfucker, yeah!
CHORUS
(Mike)
Hit it!
(Shaka)
Yo, yo
Me and this kid go back to ‘98
When I met his ass, all I really felt was hate
But through the movies and music was mutual respect
And today for your ass I’ll ride to the death
I look back and laugh at what there has been
Before and after you got with Jasmine
There was that time that [ask Shaka for name] tried to kiss you
‘Course I didn’t forget, ‘cause there was pictures, too
Yo, remember getting drunk off your ass in UHall?
Crazy ass Will and our tight quote wall?
I wrote this rhyme, but homie, I ain’t gay
We just miss your white ass so we had to say
WE LOVE YOU!
CHORUS
(Kaveri)
Dear Rufus, I write you this letter
Because it would sure be better
If you were here with us, love
Instead of that place where they eat dogs
I hope you come back to us real soon
Til you do, I’ll sing you this tune
Remember when we were at that party
Playing drunk Cranium til the morning
Never forget ninjas and pirates
No, Tunak Tunak—‘cause you were the shit!
I think CT’s all the rage
But I’m not goin’ to the sex cave
All these things could not be hotter
Never as good as Harry Potter
I never knew you could be a whore
Even as Professor Dumbledore
Here is the end of my song
Don’t forget to sing along!
CHORUS
We all send our love
Though love is a faggy thing
You may be in Korea,
But you’re still the Lion King
We sit here like we’re drunk
Thinking about you, old friend
To cheer your white ass up,
To you a song we send.
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