“I Can,” by Professor Rex
They say you can't export swag—I can
I can go home again
I can get there from here, see
I can put my arms around a memory
I can win em all
I can have it all
I can have my cake and eat it, too
I can handle the truth
I can have it both ways
I can sweat that fever out all day
I can squeeze the Charmin
I can beat them and join them
I can hurry love
I can do it better
I can always get what I want
I can serve two masters, but I won't
I can lead a horse to water and make it drink
I can take it with me
I can do that on television
I expected the Spanish inquisition
I can explain it to a six year old even if I don't understand it myself
I can stand the heat and stay in the kitchen
I can be neutral on a moving train
I can judge a book by it's cover
I can refuse that offer
I can make silk purse out of a sow's ear
I can touch this, no fear
I can run and I can hide
I can leave it all behind
I can make you feel inferior without your consent
I can unsee it, even after I've seen it
I can hold a candle to you
I can stop the bum rush, too
In space, I can hear you scream
I can stop the reign