Just… the idea…
Adam Sandler’s “Yule Vomit”.
Nope, not seeing that.
Nope, not seeing that—
You fooled me twice, shame on me—
The next Transformers.
The next Transformers
will bow before the power
of psionic sluts
Of psionic sluts,
it has been speculated
you pay for mind fucks.
[ I probably should have used f@#$s instead - sorry if I offended. Been listening to too much Die Antwoord :o]
^ Yeah, and then buddha will come in and say your syllables are wrong, no thank you. 
I’ll move us on…
you pay for mind fucks
with wooden nickels, bit coins
and shrinking dollars
And shrinking dollars
Goes with leaving my wallet
In the clothes dryer.
In the clothes dryer,
Are all my lost socks, so said…
I fear they’re all dead.
I fear they’re all dead.
A tiny sea of guppies,
loved but overfed.
Loved but overfed—
OM NOM NOM NOM OM NOM NOM
OM NOM OM NOM NOM
OM NOM OM NOM NOM
I meditate after lunch
Now I want cookies
Now I want cookies
Cookies with bacon on them
Breakfast of champ-yuns
Breakfast of Champ-yuns
Good book, terrible movie.
I love my Wheaties.
I love my Wheaties.
They are very nutritious.
Yet, I eat Twinkies.
Yet, I eat Twinkies
Wrapped in bacon, fried in lard,
Dipped in chocolate.
Dipped in chocolate,
he opens door to wife’s knock.
UPS driver?!?
UPS driver?!?
Can you take this battery
To the Mars rover?
To the Mars rover
The Martians slithered toward
But gone unnoticed
…but gone unnoticed…
My feelings for my true love:
My chocolate cake.