I grew my hair and i felt better.

I went and bought a cardigan sweater.

I tried some smack it made me sick.

Now my stomach is a-ci-dic.



I thought, "for sure she's an addict".

She found me vaguely attractive.

Down at the beach where i met her.

She picked my nose, I felt better.



I'd eat dog shit to make me hurl.

I'd even dress up like a girl.

Your band will make us all the loot.

We'll name our first born after fruit.