Almost tickling my brain
Tongue out and knuckle deep
My succulent conquest
A green one I can keep

I pretend I'm a star
And savor the flavor
Wipe it on my guitar
And save it for later

Making music with UDIO
And picking my nose
My best friend's a liar
And there's nothing else finer
Than our belligerent prose
We're songwriting TROLLS
Making music with UDIO
And picking my nose

My keyboard is sticky
I'm spelling words wrong
I use the same finger
to produce my songs

I never do laundry
My basement smells funky
I can't play guitar
My fret-board's too crusty

Don't hate me
Because I'm so much better than you
Don't blame me
I can annoy you and write songs too
I've got nothing better to do...


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