I left high-school, lost the will to live and here I am
This woman comes in, who doesn't speak English, she points at the shoes, I pointed at the door, she pointed at the sky and knees me in the nay-nays
You know Peg, I hate it when your mother weebles down here for her little midnight snacks which last until 9 in the morning
Now son, look here, these redwood-trees they're over a thousand years old. I'm gonna cut me one of these down and use for a base for my satellite dish
