Hey, hey, hey ****** ****** dee
Sing this little song with me.

Pull out your worn fiddle and bring lethality,
I've put on my dancing shoes.
Hey, hey, hey ****** ****** dee,
Hurry, hurry, not much time left to lose,
But I'm tired of this **** ritalin musicality.

We were supposed to grow out of it and history.
Aren't you too old for another
Hey, hey, hey ****** ****** dee,
******* on thumbs, clinging to mother,
Screaming, crying, bathed in **** and finality.

We're recycling *** and morality
And pretending we invented the
Hey, hey, hey ****** ****** dee,
Crusaders, solving the eternal dilemma,
Self-righteous smiles bleeding duality.

Here is the prophesied castration of personality,
And I suppose you're best for being self-aware
Hey, hey, hey ****** ****** dee,
Dance a little closer to me if you dare,
Bathing in **** seems to have a certain sensuality.

Hey, hey, hey ****** ****** dee
Sing this little song with me.