It hurts when you have to press that dull little thing
That you're only supposed to use once and then discard
Where do you put it? In the garbage can, my honest friend
My shyness, pet her flow

She's only been five months late, even though we haven't had  for a week

meal a day, a meal, I say
And my heart's made my

Somebody else already used the word 'aurora-borealis'
She was tied up in chains, and Sam had helped her in the freezer

She's only five weeks late, but I haven't had a date forever
Ever, ever, forever

Wish I had more, more opportunity
More chances to remember some things
So I couldn't have so much pressure on my
On my, on my, um, ah, on my, um um, head

We'd have so much more diversity
And so much more input, so much more creative flow
If we had someone in school, a GIT

GIT, geeks in town [bad word] on, Dave, think of one
Girls with trouble
It should be GIC, geeks with charvels
No, GWC, [bad word] man this is a waste of time

One more solo?
Yeahhhhhhhhh
Yeaaaahhhhh

You're personally responsible for
The entire strip to be washed away
Cleansed as if gallons of, [bad word] alcohol
Flowed through the strip and we're set on fire

It didn't just singe the hair, it made it straight

And then Perry Ellis came along with his broom
And his silk
And he, he erected a beautiful city
city of stars