[Verse 1]
He is the luckiest being on Earth
He hasn't had a single need to worry since his birth
The cost and all his life spent in total isolation
Monotonous pacing and health complications

[Chorus]
Infected with worms and covered in lice
He writhes around in agony and seizures every night
His skin doesn’t fit on his bones quite right
But that's okay his defects are the part of him we like-like

[Verse 2]
His head is shaped like a crushed Coke can
All of his limbs are different lengths
We got rid of his vocal cords
But that's okay 'cause with his little phone he's never bored