Lyrics

There’s a guy thinks chimpanzees
Turn into monkeys
Hardly changed that line,
Sometimes you just get lucky
It could hardly get better
If he wrote about grapefruit juice
Or sent a letter with an invite to a child’s bris

Kill the weasels
Or give him a contract
Is the show gonna close, or is he ever comin back?
Tony’s in Rehobeth at the place by the beach
Drives a recalled Solstice, restin’ the Caddie

Everyone keeps sayin’
He’s just loud and complains
About whatever you got
What a pain in the ass

Never sees all the scenes of movies
Cuz the parking situation
Makes him desperate to leave
Won’t shop online cuz he finds it’s too hard
Always carries cash, never paying with a credit card

(Yo. Eat it.)
Oy . . . more podcast delays
But we’re loyal baby, I guess we’ll keep listenin’

(Get crazy with the Swiss cheese)

So . . . much time jingling
I'm a loser baby, just who am I kidding?


After Beck's tune of the same name