Classy Plastic Lumber

Bah-bah-bah-bah-bah
 Bah-bah-bah-bah-bah, bah-bah-bah-bah
 You go right through me
 I go right through, but I'm about to
 Go on remindin' you, I am about to see you through it
 Bah-bah-bah-bah-bah
 Bah-bah-bah-bah-bah, bah-bah-bah-bah
 Bah-bah-bah-bah-bah
 Your mouth not mind is open wide
 You don't have a clue
 I, I am a reminder
 You've got a voice, so talk to yourself
 So lift the bad weight off your mullet
 And let the thoughts fall off your tongue
 'Cause I'm callin', callin', callin'
 I've never written to anyone
 So this is about ugly lovers
 And this is about pretty songs
 'Cause I'm a bastard, bastard, bastard
 In my lipstick, I'm so much fun
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 Connect your wood feet to a motor
 And the chrome dance trophy is won
 A little classy plastic lumber
 I'm embarrassed, but I ain't that stunned
 Looks like the humans' days are numbered
 That's a sitcom that was number one
 'Cause we're a past tense late rate mowers
 I must've thoroughly failed to convince us not to mess this place up
 (Shameful)