Post by ilikegreen on Mar 21, 2008 17:55:37 GMT -8
Your Mother is a fruitloop,
Your Father is a nerd,
Your grandma has dementia,
and your grandfather is absurd.
Your cousins are all stupid,
Your brothers both smoke weed,
Your uncles are real ugly,
and your maid is big indeed.
Your sisters all have moles; as big as a man's hand,
they wash so very little; their skin flakes off like sand.
I don't think you have step cousins, but just in case you do,
they all are freaking idiots that belong in the town zoo.
They remind me of your brothers, or is it cousins twice removed?
Don't even get me started on your son-in-law named Sue.
he has a mile of nose hair,
you could braid it all day long
Your spouse is quite delightful,
now that they are dead and gone.
Most of your teeth are missing,
you mis-pronounce your words,
you jumble up your letters,
and use some worty dirds.
The mens' backs are quite repulsive,
covered in hair and liver spots,
your laundry is undone,
we should call you Goldy-socks.
No one will ever love you,
unless they are half blind,
but then they will divorce you,
for your breath is UN-divine
You all have halitosis,
we can smell it down the street,
we hope you never visit,
because you never wipe your feet.
Of all these things I have to say,
you really are quite bad,
I'd love to go and hurt you,
since I can't it makes me mad.
So call a town hall meeting,
Let's form an angry mob!
we'll kick you out of town,
and kill and pillage and rob!
We will celebrate at dinner
and pass around the plate,
to pay for the demolition,
of your decrepit old estate.
We'll drink some wine and whiskey,
and then some home-made shine,
we know no one will miss ye,
We hope you never do reply
for driving people crazy,
for that you have a knack,
but go some where else to do it
so that we may catch a nap.
Maybe if you are lucky,
you'll find a colony,
filled to bust with nasties,
and trash and filth and pee.
Maybe you can live there with all the other slobs.
and someday maybe later,
we shall come to visit you,
yes indeed so very later,
we shall have you all exhumed
Your Father is a nerd,
Your grandma has dementia,
and your grandfather is absurd.
Your cousins are all stupid,
Your brothers both smoke weed,
Your uncles are real ugly,
and your maid is big indeed.
Your sisters all have moles; as big as a man's hand,
they wash so very little; their skin flakes off like sand.
I don't think you have step cousins, but just in case you do,
they all are freaking idiots that belong in the town zoo.
They remind me of your brothers, or is it cousins twice removed?
Don't even get me started on your son-in-law named Sue.
he has a mile of nose hair,
you could braid it all day long
Your spouse is quite delightful,
now that they are dead and gone.
Most of your teeth are missing,
you mis-pronounce your words,
you jumble up your letters,
and use some worty dirds.
The mens' backs are quite repulsive,
covered in hair and liver spots,
your laundry is undone,
we should call you Goldy-socks.
No one will ever love you,
unless they are half blind,
but then they will divorce you,
for your breath is UN-divine
You all have halitosis,
we can smell it down the street,
we hope you never visit,
because you never wipe your feet.
Of all these things I have to say,
you really are quite bad,
I'd love to go and hurt you,
since I can't it makes me mad.
So call a town hall meeting,
Let's form an angry mob!
we'll kick you out of town,
and kill and pillage and rob!
We will celebrate at dinner
and pass around the plate,
to pay for the demolition,
of your decrepit old estate.
We'll drink some wine and whiskey,
and then some home-made shine,
we know no one will miss ye,
We hope you never do reply
for driving people crazy,
for that you have a knack,
but go some where else to do it
so that we may catch a nap.
Maybe if you are lucky,
you'll find a colony,
filled to bust with nasties,
and trash and filth and pee.
Maybe you can live there with all the other slobs.
and someday maybe later,
we shall come to visit you,
yes indeed so very later,
we shall have you all exhumed
