You Am I
The Applecross Wing Commander
We'd like to introduce you to the nature of our trials
We'd love the chance to bring your elders down
So fix your dad a drink
'Cause you're gonna need to think
'Cause now you're a plane and won't need them around anymore
Done a lot of dumb things now, sure hope we do some more
And we'll wait all summer to piss on your wall
The wing commander's sister is a white-wine-haired surprise
I can't look far, but I can shoot for miles
And my radar can screen anyone over thirteen
So now you're grown up, we don't need you around anymore
Done a lot of dumb things now, sure hope we do some more
But it's the last summer, so in our dust you will crawl