Believe in nothing.
Yeah kids, stop clapping your hands.
Let Tinkerbell die!
Let Tinkerbell die.
That’s what you must do when you
Finally grow up.
-“BB”-
Finally grow up
And get a real job slacker
Your hair’s greasy too
Your hair’s greasy. Too
Long since it’s been washed. Please go
Lather, rinse, repeat.
Lather, rinse, repeat
Lather, rinse, repeat again
But when do I stop?
But when do I stop?
Because I can keep going
'til the cows come home
'Til the cows come home
I will not have any milk
For my cereal.
For my cereal,
I prefer gussied-up grits.
No milk is need.
No milk is need(ed)
If I’m just having coffee
Nope, no way au lait
D’oh!
Nope, No-Way Au Lait
ain’t my favorite French guy;
that’s No-Time Toulouse.
That’s No-Time Toulouse
Seems he’s always rushing off
To the Moulin Rouge
To the Moulin Rouge!
We might see Nicole Kidman!
Later: Grand Guignol!
Later, Grand Guignol
Will run hot and cold showers
Of horror and mirth.
Of horror and mirth
I think I know a little;
I much prefer mirth
I much prefer mirth
To a swift poke in the eye
With a sharpened stick.
With a sharpened stick
They dug roots, tubers, and grubs.
All ate well that night.
All ate well that night
We stalked that wild buffalo
And bought him dinner
And bought him dinner
at noon, every other day
except for leap years.
Except for leap years
Three hundred sixty-five days
Seems to work just fine