It hurts when you have to press that dull little thing   That you're only supposed to use once and then discard   But 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, but 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, umm ah, on my, umm umm 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 with trouble)   It should be GIC, geeks with Charvels   No, GWC, fuck man this is a waste of time      One more solo?   Yeah   Yeah      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