It hurts when you have to press that dull little thing
That you're only supposed to use once and then discard
Where do you put it?
In the garbage can, my honest friend
My shyness, pet her flow
She's only been five months late
Even though we haven't had sex for a week

A meal a day, a meal, I say
And my heart's made my...

Somebody else already used the word aurora borealis
She was tied up in chains
And Sam had helped her in the freezer

She's only five weeks late
And I haven't had a date forever
Ever, ever, forever

Wish I had more, more opportunity
More chances to remember some things
So I couldn't have so much pressure on my...
On my...on my, um...ah, on my...um...um...head

We'd have so much more diversity
And so much more input, so much more creative flow
If we had someone in school, a GIT...

GIT...geeks...in...town
Ha!...Come on, Dave, think of one...
Girls In Trouble
It should be GIC, geeks with Charvels
No, GWC

Fuck, man, this is a waste of time
(laughs) One more solo? Yeahhhhh! Yeahhhh!

You're personally responsible for
The entire strip, to be washed away
Cleansed
As if gallons of, um, rubbing alcohol
Flowed through the strip and were set on fire

It didn't just singe the hair, it made it straight

And then Perry Ellis came along with his broom,
And his silk
And he, he erected a beautiful city
A city of stars