Hey, Dad, I've been floating down the river To the place you retired to Away from the women who despise you I've been sad, 'cause all my friends resent me But I got a plan for a miracle! I'll shit it out and put it on the table
Dear Son, should I be a proud one? I saw what you said on the telly You made your mother sound so silly How is my offspring so pretentious? Your art is lazy, trite and schlocky I should've sent you out for hockey.