I'm a Really Nice Guy
IMPORTANT NOTE: I'm not dissin' moon rocks, puppet socks or the WWF.
And I love clam chowder.
She comes straight from hell
I have nightmares about her
She'll kiss and tell
The world that I love her but
You know I do not
She should be shot
I wish she didn't know, who I am
I wish she wouldn't eat, my clam chowder
But I'm just a really nice guy, maybe
Yeah I'm just a really nice guy, maybe
Listen to what she says to me, maybe
Let me be.
Her "boyfriend's" a stick
She got it from off the ground
I think she is sick
In the mind, to tell the truth
She collects Martian rocks
Makes puppets with socks
I wish she didn't know, who I am
I wish she wouldn't eat, my clam chowder.
But I'm just a really nice guy, maybe
Yeah I'm just a really nice guy, maybe
Listen to what she says to me, maybe
Let me be.
Oh yeah, too bad.
Now, what part of her brain is missin?
Yeah. Heck yeah.
Now, what part of her brain is missin?
Man I'm tired of her
I wish she'd leave me alone
What do I see?
She's talking with somebody
And it's not me
Now I'm happy
She should forget who I am.
And eat someone else's, clam chowder
She's got two tickets to World Wide Wrestling baby
She likes McMahon and Helmsley baby
Her brain has taken vacation, baby
Like me.
Oh yeah, too bad.
Now, what part of her brain is missin?
Yeah. Heck yeah.
Now, what part of her brain is missin?
-October 29th, 2000-ThirdRealiti-