@Gliitch,
I'm having breakfast in the morning at 6 on the clock, it's
a wholewheat biscuit with some milk and some chocolates
An 8-hour night shift income fills all my pockets
so I strut home with lots of little bills in my wallet
Thank God for that job, even though it gets me exhausted
Carrying letters and sorting in the biggest department
that measures about 10 football pitches at largest
So 220 footballers can kick a good ball in it
Alan Shearer, Beckham, Ronaldo
Why not get involved, Didier Drogba?
I know it's a ******* disgrace like that time Chelsea got topped
against Iniesta's penalty shot
So yeah, I know exactly how you feel
I'll keep it extra real like the additional toppings you put on a pizza that's hot
I'll hit the hut about it, whether I'm autistic or not
Another night has gone, so this is a brand new tomorrow
I'm James Bond, I got a new gadget in my hand that's upgraded
Guaranteed to hack off the ladies
Oops, I mean, impress them, gentlemanly undressing them in their heads
Man, that's never felt so sexually impressive
It's excessive mental self-stimulation, yes
No wonder my brain keeps ending up in sticky situations
I've gone nuts in my head like Frankenstein when he walks
Ever seen The Munsters?
(The Munsters theme plays, then record stops) Yeah, that sort.
It's a wonder that I've never been caught
Even my family doesn't know, they can't get into my thoughts
yet they knows me better than I knows myself
I'm Popeye, I'm using plural in my verbs now, hells
I gets creative, I paints me brush and conjure a mess
and cover it up; hey, Olive, can I borrows your dress?
(Oh, Popeye!)