I never cheat at solitaire
And I never punch the ref before the bell rings.
And even if arson wasn't discouraged
I wouldn't feel right about setting fire to other people's things.
Now all that stands between me and sainthood
Is my mistrust of the poor and my occasional mood swings
And is there any
Troopmaster who plays the radio
I'm this many
And that's the only phrase
I know!
Good tech support but no P.R.
That's why this dollhouse needs a bar.
Now Dolly's gonna be a star!
Race car
Every other kid has got one too.
Race car
Every other kid has a word for kids like you...
Well there's a guy downtown with his hat on the ground
And I sign says, "Who are we kidding, I'm going to spend it on beer."
"Not to be rude, but how can you prove you won't buy food,"
I said, "If I leave my dollar here"
He said, "In my monthly newsletter I print
A composite receipt from the liquor store cashier."
And it's next to certain,
God has never heard the radio.
That's m burden
That's the only word
I know!
We each define our own degree.
Your parents chose serenity,
But mine raised hell when they raised me!
Race car
Every other kid has got one too.
Race car
Every other kid has a word for kids like you...
A word for kids like you
A word for kids like you
A word for kids like you
A word for kids like you
And the underused librarian
Slips off her pumps
And slides between the unread volumes on the shelves.
No one's gonna ring your little reference bell
And why the hell would they
They can figure out themselves.
Copyright 2000 Zach London