Your son's band still isn't on the radio
Your perfectly good money was wasted on his com-degree
He'll still refuse a blue collar like you, cause he saw what you got
And what you got was mom
And then you made him
And there is still him
And this one goes out to the angry fellow in his traffic on our way to practice. Don't let a sick sort of smile drive your vehicle
Besides, he plays guitar
And no one needs guitar no more
(x4)
Is that good? You look sick. Don't let some sick sort of smile upon your vehicle. Buddy, you look sick. How bout some magic? Sometimes, sometimes. Look, buddy, I like that skeleton
By no means does this song truly attempt to make any legitamate judgments regarding your son's band or how was your day at work?
I'm not judging you (x11)
I'm not
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