A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #

MC Paul Barman

"A Very Sad Story"

Aight...una storia molto triste, triste triste

Our teacher thought it was narcolepsy so she bought you a diet Pepsi
She thought you were pathetic, wanted you kinetic like Wayne Gretsky on a jetski
But you downed it, let out a great big (grevky?) and went straight back to sleep
Is it the late hours that you keep?

By the time you were a sophomore the teachers began to scoff more
Don't fall asleep in school!
All you achieved was drool
And face imprints on your forearm
You know you did yourself much more harm
Than to me or to your teachers
Graduation, you're in the bleachers
Not graduating was no deterrent
Now in the bleachers you wish you weren't

And look: that was just how you messed up your high school years. A few years later, it was even worse. Let me tell you about it:

You took thalidomide, your baby's arm solidified into a flipper
The father is a stripper
He didn't want to marry
He assumed you would miscarry
His name was Harry
And another thing that's scary
He sports a bulge (of sorts?)
Men pass him (5 dollari?)
And he pulls down his red shorts
And the patrons, they stop talking
'cuz they're barfing on his c*ck ring
That's some boyfriend that you've got
Now you have a crippled tot
You choked it with leiderhosen
He got a stroke, now his feet are frozen
He can't move without a ride
Mercy infanticide failed
Normally, you'd go to jail
But every foster parent in the world
Looked at your son and then they hurled
Your judge wishes you'd succeeded
'cuz your son was born defeated

And that is a true story. Well, reflective of a true story, anyway
This beautiful girl, her name was [CENSORED], in fifth grade she used to draw horses. Now she's a dominatrix and she shaved off her eyebrows. I just don't understand

A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #


All lyrics are property and copyright of their owners. All lyrics provided for educational purposes and personal use only.
Copyright © 2017-2019 Lyrics.lol