In my depression, I ate a Big Mac too fast I almost choked, oh, I'm such a joke And I'm not cool enough or French enough No Royale with cheese, I'm stale, bread, no butter I'm planning my suicide for a week As I recount every single blow to my head Oh, how I'd like to be dead but I want children first Some money and a nice new car
Not a cat, I'm a pizza rat and now I must fend for myself I'm dirty and diseased and no one wants to pet me but I'll outlast your kind, I swear I'm waiting for my vindication I'm misunderstood and underwhelming and I look like a Zoey but I'm really a Skywalker Oh my god, I'm just likе my father