Please look at our Earth from the moon, you'll see,
one mighty Homo-sapiens beneath an Acacia tree
if you'll look more closely, you'll know that 'tis me
Oh no not him my dears he's the tall, dumb giraffe,
I'm the one on the left, but I'll forgive stupid gaffes
as King of this Earth I wield huge, egotistical staff
so please listen my dears to evil's diabolical laugh
I abducted the goon, and took him to my mountain retreat
surrounding the thug in soundproof basement's bear cage
turned off the heat and doused Jim with ice-bucket water,
continue non-stop, day and night until the gangster broke
lil Tat screams of his torturous cold and begs me to cease!
Yes we end, my friend
Sad admonishment
One last conking out
In astonishment
I've been to our moon in totaling up miles,
visited country, sharing each lovely smile
I've done a lot but in my foresight can see,
now, here 'tis the day of the ending of me!
I dream immortality, fantasize being God,
yet the cow left the barn, horses are shod
I ponder the ether, ask, "how can this be?"
here now 'tis the day of the ending of me!
Our daddy made us
Reared in a big fuss
Ready to rumble
Shock value galore
His genes are in us
Raised to a nonplus
Ripe for the picking
Jaws dropped to the floor
Oh yeah I'm a mama's boy, there's no getting away from that
if ever I've had friendship, 'twas lost just like sinking my hat
Hell yes I'm mama's boy, very insecurely removed from hips
whenever I got a girlfriend, nut suspicion brought me to quit
If positivity 'tis squash, I feel like a pumpkin,
all hallows eve, dressing up Rumpelstiltskin
If happiness 'tis squash, I smile as the gourd,
like Hansel and Gretel o'er all sweets adored
I'm watered, I'm fed, I'm housed, I'm loved
oh, where in my brain come complaining?
I spoil as privilege just like the old Roman
while each negatory day conjures raining
Come all ye unfaithful
Out of the hard woodwork
Lend us your chin music
Fine wiseacre fooling
Come all ye ungrateful
Out from the underworld
Grant us your table talk
True know-it-all drooling
My mean hard wire's cold as dry ice
a nervous clump of chemical's toxic,
concentrating in my Pathe tic's soul
destroying as whisperer attractions
