The stars in the sky are bright.
So I don't need my light.
So instead I sing this song.
Wearing my mother's dirty thong.
I dramatically sit down on my seat.
And throw a brick at some guy named Pete.
Pete hit me with a rake.
So I said his breast were fake.
He yelled at me with great fiery.
I can't rhyme anything with fiery so I'll just say fiery again, fiery.
I go to McDonalds to get a milkshake.
I saw Pete again so I called his breast fake.
Pete keeps on following me.
I had to take a piss so in his mouth would be the right place to be.
Now I'm going downstairs.
Plucking off my pubic hairs.
This is the end of my song.
So remember kids, don't wear your mother's dirty thong.
