| Did you tell me, «What an utter cock»? |
| With marking on a mirror, marking up a truck, |
| You tie and talk me up |
| Do you think your social’s good enough? |
| You turbo-charged the poise, but you can’t turn it off |
| And all the kids are fired up |
| And now you’re gone, I’m lying in your bed |
| It’s not my birthday, do not mind me |
| I sold you out, the money’s in the van |
| You make it hard to be around, and I’ll be around |
| I’ll be around |
| I know a pig that has a big percent |
| Maybe could you embarrass me enough? |
| For sitting in the kitchen, for maybe staying over |
| You think I’d dick you over |
| Made it with your now boy, and you’re off |
| Looking for a wooden plane and Hershey stuff |
| And anything to bring you luck |
| Now you’re gone, I’m lying in your bed |
| It’s not my birthday, do not mind me |
| I sold you out, the money’s in the van |
| You make you hard to be around, I’ll be around |
| I’ll be around |
| I know a pig that has a big percent |
| Firefly grounding, seeking, sounding |
| Oh I hope you are not dead |
| Yet. |