Sufferin' Suckatash
Mr. Peter smoked a bag of hash
And browns
Her eggs within screamed for joy
As no one, said no one
And he played with a bag of toys

Boytoys
Noteing
Nothing
For Nothing's sake

A snake's in my boot
My friend, please shoot
Aim for my innards
and have me for dinner
Let's break down
The newest tech
As we sleep on the brand new deck
And make love
Until the sun and moon collide

I'm sorry
For I know not what I do
Or do I?
And if I did,
would that make it any better?