| I prayed for height, but they gave me width
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| The apple of my mother’s eye even if they convict
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| The rudest unemployed apartment wrecking bum with a mouth
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| The most oblivious neurotic modest goy on the couch, but
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| I’m a get it, like Joan and Melissa got it, don’t sweat it
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| Try to boil my meta data, search and destroy my sweater,
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| Smash my mask back in the trash of my second life
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| I take second look and lift the whistle to my laughing lips
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| Joan and Melissa stand and deliver
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| Bobby Trendy’s hairless severed
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| Fendi bag in an icy chalice of Chivas
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| Give us just enough language to
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| Become instantly famous and a
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| Pony every birthday regardless of our behavior
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| Got a particular staccato that I walk down the stairs with
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| I got to hurry just to get my affairs met,
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| But always it seems like there’s a chair in the fast lane,
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| A lizard like guest host, the world for his ash tray
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| We want
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| Bobby Trendy’s bendy body sent free with
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| Bargain phony Fendi juicy delicious
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| Sappy endings, appetites lashed to the hood of the Bentley
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| We want
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| Bobby Trendy’s bendy body sent free with
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| Bargain phony Fendi juicy delicious
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| Sappy endings, appetites lashed to the hood of the Bentley
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| Every mad money lord of the dance policy maker
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| Bullies news junkies once in a while just to feel safer
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| If you’re mortified by the mortar fire on the news at five
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| There’s more to buy Now run a diagnostic check
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| Get hit with the sitcom stress Pick up your telephone
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| Receive the triple artificial miracles of network wit
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| The broadcast butchers put your mamas in the oven with a
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| Chicken in a duck up in a pig inside of Simon Cowell
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| Stuffed inside them now,
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| You’re powerless against the wardrobe fortress
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| Bored, tortured and tired of channel surfing
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| This David diva downer
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| Don’t know how to throw a party
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| He’ll most likely throw a penny or a hex
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| At the announcer
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| You best never turn your back
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| He charm a snake or
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| Weave a basket
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| Fuck a tempurpedic mattress
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| He don’t even pay his taxes
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| Still he want
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| Bobby Trendy’s bendy body sent free with
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| Bargain phony Fendi juicy delicious
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| Sappy endings, appetites lashed to the hood of the Bentley
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| He want
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| Bobby Trendy’s bendy body sent free with
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| Bargain phony Fendi juicy delicious
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| Sappy endings, appetites lashed to the hood of the Bentley
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| It’s the disconnected fiend pre-dynastic master me seemingly
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| Attached with red and white tipped jacks to channel three,
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| And all the tools you really need are a can of gasoline
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| And a flare for the dramatic should you wish to meet with me
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| Roll me in flower and browse on your desktop
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| You’ll find my untitled, shiny, silver, circular wet spot
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| Placenta picnic inhospitable lip locked dick lick
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| Laughing at a wooden leg at the rest stop
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| Speaking of which, this speech is weak on my lips,
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| But I can do it deep as druids just as rude and as slick
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| I can rule the retired
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| You can root for the winner
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| You can chop it up with champions
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| And care for a fire, but it’s
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| The loneliest prime time cream in your jeans time slot
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| Checking out a party, with the prize in your blind spot
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| Not without resentment for another man’s high tops
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| The finer thing in life is always yours not what I got
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| We want
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| Bobby Trendy’s bendy body sent free with
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| Bargain phony Fendi juicy delicious
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| Sappy endings, appetites lashed to the hood of the Bentley
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| We want
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| Bobby Trendy’s bendy body sent free with
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| Bargain phony Fendi juicy delicious
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| Sappy endings, appetites lashed to the hood of the Bentley |