I don't even know if it's really worth mentionin'
That anti-freeze without toxic is rather thirst quenchin'in.
Anyway, the point is you have to choose between school
And having kids that splash around in the shallow end of the gene pool.
How did you manage to make the erection worthwhile
With cigars and the scars from a see-section birth style?
The next thing you know, you're behind, and pretty soon your mom's
Taking photos of your date to the shitty junior prom.
Even though you feel in your gastro-intestinals
That you'd rather hang with Yelson or Castro in festivals.
You try so hard, get ahead but you can only fail,
So you might as well start wearing your hair up in a ponytail.
If you need to be told what to say, get a teleprompter,
And take some advice from a man up in a helicopter.
Piss off the wrong person you think you're defending,
With promises made they may be just pretending.
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