He phones to yak and wack wack wack, this irritating boy.
Step on a crack to break his back, for he brings to me no joy.
He speaks too long I reply in tongues
He doesn't understand.
Can he not see I must be free, for me he's not the man?
Dissatisfied, I hear his lies and reply candidly,
Please, rock star man, change all your plans, and please stop phoning me!

• 32 Fuetes
• Alcohol is The Root
• Alcoholor Comedy
• All You Ever Do
• Alphabet Poem
• Calling All
• Canadians
• Dress
• Factory Hot Rod
• Gig Tits
• Goodbye
• Half a Day a Week
• I'm Yer Peer
• Infected Tattoo
• Insomnia
• Intro
• Isabelle
• Metal Queen
• My Satan Poem
• No Me Drink
• Obsessed With Childhood
• Poem #357651
• Porno Brainwash
• Rock Star Man
• Singin
• Snowboarding
• Stumpy The Mouse
• Test
• We're Assholes
• You Got The Job