I hear the limo running,
it's waiting for my fat rear end
And I ain't seen a Happy Meal since
half past 10:00
I'm stuck in Fulton County Jail,
and the minutes keep dragging on
All this torture keeps pounding me,
down to the last quivering bone; Well I've always been a crybaby,
my mom would tell me, "Son
If you keep talking gibberish,
it'll sound like verbal runs"
I could shoot a man on 5th Avenue
and no one would even sigh
When they finally stop this torture,
then my tears can finally dry
