Nursey, nursey, nursey, nursery rhyme
I'd have been more productive spending half of my time.
Writing social commentary from my ivory tower
At least I was getting paid by the hour.
I could move to the country and lose some weight.
Go to choir practice, learn to figure skate,
Or ride a cash cow.
Into prequel territory
Political, political, political, satire
Set the loins of the boys, of the boys on fire
Never have I ever been ashamed of the weather
She told me that the best way to keep it together.
Just another one of those masculine features
Not to be confused with the rest of these creatures
Deep-fried.
And attention seeking
Sundried
And always creaking.
Political, political, political, satire
Set the loins of the boys, of the boys on fire
